eyelids close, turn around;
take off your sunlit crown.
we’re waiting for a king;
command this destiny.

tingle my nerves till late.
into the night of day.
soaring across blues and
colour corrected nights.

you are where you should be,
fading past pale skylines –
jolted reality.

i wish you could remain,

but i’m a daydreamer;
nothing in gold can stay.

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