The sunlight curse,

I dream and it says I'm not enough.

The daylight hours tickle my feet,

I tell the skies i will still dream.

At every step it reminds me that hope is a violent daydream,

So I pack up the violent daydream in my ribs.

I look up at the sunlight and it says well done,

But my violent day dreams break my bones

And my body becomes a cage for hope.

They say how does it feel to take so much time to let hope go?

They don't know hope like i do, they don't know dreams like i do.

I hope they never know.