Sun Day

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Random smiling faces
Pupils tired
But still elated
Daft inviting dances
That the morning
Rarely sees

Up
Until the afternoon
Unconscious
By the eve

Sunday morning coming down
Still up
If you believe

I’m dead
I’m alive
I’m in between
I’m all of the above

If life was always Sunday’s sun,
Could we all fall in love?

Can I walk home every morning?
Can we walk somewhere together?
All these random smiling faces,
Can’t we walk like this, forever?