when you hide from the sun
you shade the light from your eyes
you follow clouds and count the rainrops
you have a day that is your own
it's yours to hold and deny
come bury the dead days you one believed
and celebrate in the new life you are
it's your mind that prepares you for this advent
to change into who you are
you hide the ghosts in the dressing room
placating all your resolve
it's time to let them show their faces
and beget something enigmatic.
