Goldenface, morninglight bending through   my window, a burden on   my eyes.      Everything in changing, and I am   just alive.      Slip away, unseen, returning to my   Kingdom, a newly widowed dream   because everything is changing, and   I am just alive.      You will make a puzzle out of anything.   There's nothing I can tell you my bottled   firefly. Everyone is feeling this way.      Soon I wake to a fiery sun and a   woman's looking at me like I'm the   only one.      Everything is changing, and I am   just alive.      Good morning