Here comes another day, another dawn
A look in the mirror tells me, I'm still forlorn
day has broken, the birds chirp, 'Good morn!"
but my mind is broken, my spirit is all, but gone

This guy before me, he looks a stranger
he's so different now; he was once a H granger
he's lost in the wilderness where he was once a ranger
so inured to the system, he's unaware of the danger

I take a deep breath; I can hardly breathe
sometimes I wonder, how will be my wreath
I try and reason; it's not gonna help to seethe
All these troubles; they surely will help me teethe

I know rest is all I need
Oh, I should stop this bleed
Where have I lost my creed?
I need it to commit many a deed

My nerves are feeling Time's bite
but my mind refuses to give in without a fight
the going has become tough; the time has become tight
It's time to sadly say Good night.

Though my eyes seem to burst at their seems
I'll hope and pray you'll come in my dreams
Lord of my Hope, you are my Don
Give me another day, another dawn.

Give me another day, another dawn.
Give me another day, another dawn!

Long long ago, so long ago, that I never knew how long ago, I was 21.
Back in those days, before I embarked on it, I knew that the battle was won.
Now I look back, and find it ironic that I don't have any place of my own to run.
Ah, how ironic Life is. A few knocks down your soul and you feel you're all outta fun.

Some time in the future, when I would have many a suture, I know I will not have become a nun.
And then in my heart, when I know that I did not with my chosen ways, part, I will once again, with the wind, run.
Oh! how I wish and wait for that day, when I will once again have the love-filled creamy bun.
And I will say with a flourish, "Now that all things have been said and done,
while we were doing it, it was all real, it was all for fun!"

Oh, all of you humeez, trust me-this ain't just a pun.
Lest you think that here is a tale that has been well spun.
Let me repeat from my heart that bears the weight of many a ton,
I speak the truth, "Once again, Apollonian has just begun!"

What is it with Apollo,
that draws my heart like light doth to a sunflower?
Is it the solitude
that drew Apollo to the land of the Hyperboreans?
Is it the love
that he had for Daphne which made her a laurel tree?

What is it with Apollo,
that draws my heart like a bee to a honey-laden-flower?
Was it the over-achiever streak in him
which made him Zeus' favorite?
Was it the dark streak in his soul
that added to his romanticist persona?

Now I know that it is...
the depths to which Apollo went,
the jaws of Fate that Apollo bent,
the torrential dark thoughts that Apollo sent,
the hearts of mortals that Apollo rent.

And when HE said,
You're the only one...!
With my dead mind,
I'm a golden mine.

It's my benediction; it's my affliction!

What am I? Apollonian.