On a sunrise of sunshine, and a medal won. A picture was spoken of it was light it reflected through my eyes. So radiant, I must not believe it, I must not trust it. Curiosity kills me. I can count the magnets and I can count each step take that you take away from me. Each breath you direct to me, each time you speak softly it’s my excitement my rush adrenaline. Fall upon and counting on all this levels, I can see a turning point light or dark I am both sun and moon. How fine can you define my pauses, how lightly? There’s a strange fashion on the way you model each posture.