sunlight breaks through my window pane,
and the shadows look like bars of a prison.
i'm inspired by the view, but the sun is impossible to get to,
funny it's impossible for anyone to survive without it.
so i'm sitting in my room with the sunshine slowly gaining ground,
till it creeps up my wall and finds its way to my doorknob.
i can't help but turn away because though the sun wants me to come out and play,
i'm still worn and exhausted from the last time i had to watch it set.
i think of how i'm inspired by the view in the privacy of my own room,
and then i shout it to the world leaning out of my window,
but i dare not go outside for fear another sun may come to rise,
and set again; they all just rise and set.
i think i'd rather stay inside, stay inspired by my rise,
and not get too caught up in anymore suns without my window.
in good time, all suns will surely fade and when they do i'd like to say,
that i had one sunrise until it set...