Under This Cruel Sun

You leave me unbalanced as I stargaze beyond this blankness.
Nothing more than a moment. 
I am the daydreamer and I am tired.
Tired of living under this cruel sun. 

Explain to me what Super Symmetry is? 
Present to me an excuse to carry on existing.

This lack of breeze is creeping into my daydream. 
The cathedral made of sand burned.
Turned to glass. 
Under this cruel sun, everything is just a moment. 
No memories, present, future, or past.
Nothing more than a moment. 
Just sand burnt to glass. 
Flying with waxed wings not built to last.
And as I free-fall you leave me unbalanced. 
Yet I remain to peer through broken telescopes.
Walking the line between your embrace and the cold. 
The creeping creeks in my bones and the rising acidic sugar’s grip through my blood. 
It all quantifies down to unrequited love. 

And I will spontaneously combust.
            Under this cruel sun. 
                      Within my daydream.
                              No more than a moment.
                                       This lack of breeze.
                                                  Under this cruel sun.
 Moments are eclipsed in fire & in love.