The Glorious Sunrise

In all facets of the glorious sunrise,

I see myself dancing in it,

Taking the time to engrave my name,

Building my castles upon the air,

Is it truly so bad?

To dream of peace?

Long for love and happiness in time?

Want the best for friends and foe?

Or pick a time and just languish in joy?

Yet it seems they're given in capsules,

To create a longing for a world yet unknown.