The Sun Is My Master

Greet the sun with a scowl, its waking cuts my eyes
I feel its waking rays like whips, telling me to start the day
Walking in shadows, hoping to hide from judgement from what exists up ahead
I feel the warm embrace turn into a smothering hold on my neck

I hide from their eyes, the eagles seeking to peck
Time shifts from morning to day, the sun moves and I long for bed
What was meant to bring me ahead, leaves me to beg and pray
the sweat gathers on my neck, this day I have turned to despise~!