Same old sun on my skin

I am waiting for life to begin

Aging in front of mirrors

Bending to my fear

That there is no other side of the moon

There is a loom of a single cloud drifting through

The way I wish I could

The way I always dreamed I would

Before these binding obligations 

planted me here

For inspection by a mirror

Who does not tell me what I want to hear

But there is nothing new to become

Under the same old sun