Staring at the sun until I go blind, 

is it really time to say goodbye?

I saw you in the other sky 

but I'm sure if I really tied

the knot tight enough, 

then everything would be calm, not rough.

I think I can breathe, 

if only I could see

with something other than time,

and think in some other way than rhymes,

then I would see the other side despite my height.

Sadly, dreams only last at night

and then the fight

of bitter rays starts to bite

my lids,

to 

let

me 

know

I'm 

still

alive.