The dark light controls
and waits for the dawn to turn 
standing proud it bows 

I'm moving through streets
passing myself everywhere 
the colors distract

It's closer to dawn 
standing still with the Earth's whirl
the sun doesn't rise 

If it's straightforward 
we could untangle it all
just take off the gloves

I like to vent 
but my collection is done
the world in neat rows

The crooked left side 
delusional and optics 
a clearly straight line

I've tried throwing in 
my windows from not that far
the cracks still perform  

I was still   going
and learned how to move up
I fallen sideways

I wait forever
with never-ending pressure
just dreaming of it

It's apart of me
that I can't see in myself 
confusingly right 

Attached by a thread 
when passing yourself upwards 
in fear of some shade