Sundial from Buried Content by Keith Brown

Sundial

There’s a weight on my shoulders
They’re settling in
I resent the next seven hours
Sundial slowly spins

The feeling is mutual
I’m sure of this
I neglect to tell them to take off
Sundial fades, I never did

I dream of places
I dream of facing up to the clouds
I feel I’m wasted on these grounds

The evening is turning
The Southern skies
I resent the past 7 hours
Sundial never lies

The morning brings daylight
It’s here again
My attempts to make this the last one
Sundial shows it’s all in vain

I dream of places
I dream of facing up to the clouds
I feel I’m wasted
I feel I’m wasted on these grounds
Familiar faces
I dream of waking up to the sound
I feel I'm wasted on these grounds

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