When the Sun Comes Up

The sun pulls itself up
like it does every day
I stand on that hill
cross my arms
let it hit my face
like it still knows me
and I smile because I've lost it all
and maybe that's the trick
nothing left to save
nothing left to explain
nothing left
so now
I get to begin
everything
I ever wanted
the path
from here to there
is worn
with boredom
and lost time
Washed up my days
then I walked away