Restriction On The Hill

Sun you rise, to set upon me. Moon your shadow, what sweet dream?

After tonight, you construct new scenes. Re-new a feeling, that once fell at seam. 

Tonight I show, what tomorrow's unseen, yesterday was what's needed, yet sonder we may sing.

As I sit upon the mountain, and think within myself, I start to change things, and help the others out. 

Re-constructing our fate, re-designing my future. In hopes that one day, we're considered an equal.

Four days to run, five days to sit, ten more to chase, and to set the wit. 

Work is hard, but hard work gets done. Won't you hold hope, for everyone?

I do, upon this mountain, in the restruction of myself. I hold on to everything, and let nothing hold me down.

Thank you, 

Mark Anthony Gonzalez