As the sun crawls over me
the first daydream ensues.
The bore of time replaced
by the temptress of my wandering mind.

When the sun falls flat
across imagination's temple
my pen will ensure it's infamy
by unleashing the fury
of our language.

By the time
the god of sun
must spread the day afar,
I will press gunmetal to my head
and pull the trigger
on another tomorrow.

May the likes of another world put a smile on my face.