Walked on the horizon where the sun had shown.
The setting sun is so unknown.
My walk's too long to reach the day,
for when it rises, it fades away.
A darkness creeps, with swift pace.
And the shadows walk,
with unusual haste,
into the light from which they are hurled,
but somehow make it
to the right side of the world.
The stars show, not enough light.
Compared to the sun so brilliant and bright.
So every hour I pray and pray,
wishful thinking everyday,
that as my carpet slowly unfurled,
I'd somehow whined up on the bright side of the world.