Fresh Sun Dried Longings

Everyday before sunrise
You draw a direction In the sands
Of your longing
Heartbeat dead and cold
The echo of an ancient drumbeat
Still coursing through your veins

Yonder shines morning star
The good book reminds
A gentle tug from across
The seas of emptiness
It is easy
To forget
To forgive
And remember
Revenge
That dull aching throb
Drumming its own rhythm
Under the skin of your temple

A thousand insults
A million jabs
Two billion errors
A trillion atrocities

Same sky
Same sun
Everyone doing the hamster wheel show
You see the most
So you may hate the most?
Are angry the most?
Are the most insulting?
Are the most unforgiving?

Everyday before sunrise
You draw a direction In the sands
All but forgotten
When the heat of day
Hits your stride
Withers your determination
Evaporates your resolve
Mocks your pride
Leaving you clutching
The threadbare
Remains of the outline
An act in many comedies

What will you do now?
Where will you fly now?
What chains will you break now?
It's over but it aint
You can still make it or break it
You know that don't you?