The sun burns cold,
As the light of day is heavy.
Air, suffocates as we stride,
Filled rooms are empty,
To the soul set free.
Celebrate this living,
Wake into death,
Revel in the joy division
Of petrified choice.
Taste the one flavours
Of lime and water
As you tread on others
With feet waiting to crush.
Hear the birdsong  .  .  .
Not for you but the sun.