Daybreak to Heartbreak
We can not see
as dawn breaks
or witness our sunrise.
Our eyes
are cloudy
As we break
into sunlight.
To grow from innocence,
we travel
a beaten path.
Searching,
for the brass ring.
Our eyes now see
and want
acting as if
we own tomorrow.
Yet from the beginning
yet never spoken,
our sunset is planned.
Our sunset is on the horizon.
Memories,
sweep tears into
the eyes of those who look on
observing
our exit
to hibernation.
And when someone’s sun sets
Memories,
sweep tears into
the eyes of those who look on
observing
our exit
to hibernation.
And fragile
like china
we all face our
Daybreak or Heartbreak