dawn

I wake up when it’s still dark outside
And the wind is Cold;
Then I command the sun to rise,
And paint the world in Gold.
As a human, it gives me that
Which I could die or kill for,
It gives me a sense of power
Makes me feel like I am in Control,
That I matter, that I am significant,
In that moment — I become much more
Than a speck of dust fluttering
In a sunbeam.

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