That time of day has returned once more
The red eyes of the clock do show
My own red eyes it's time to rise
And once more upon the world gaze
Risen before me the red sun
Paints the sky a light crimson
Shades of red flood my room
Floorboards squeal their usual tune
As I lightly tread towards my door
Ignoring protestations from the floor below
So starts another day mundane
Dancing in the sun's flickering flame
Even on those days cloudy and grey
I still in flame like colour bathe
For directly outside of my window
A street light of sodium arc does glow
So for three hundred and sixty five days
I wake to a world full of flames.