The sun rises. The sky is painted
The color of countless treasures and
It is a wondrous view to behold;
An allegorical canvas;
A paradoxical panorama.
The horizon exists to torment those
Who seek to go beyond the blue,
But have limited ways to do so.
Such golden glory exists to rekindle
Hope lost during the darkness of
The infinite skies exist to tempt
Those who wish to soar,
But are loosely chained to the floor.
And I exist to be given hope to,
Tormented and tempted
By the life I’ve always wanted.