Waiting For The Sunrise

I am a dreamer.

Dreaming and dreaming, alone—in the dust.

I feel like a river. Flowing and flowing, alone—at dusk.

Flowing through an open gate,

Watching as the sunset breaks.

Waiting for the sunrise to make.

I am a rider.

Riding and riding, alone—in the woods.

I feel like a hider. Hiding and hiding from the weight of this world.

Hiding from a sheltered place,

Watching every hopeless face.

Waiting for the sunrise to make.