I was twenty-seven year’s old
my spark gone
I couldn’t see anything
lost all hope in love
was drowning
in my very own
sin city
I remember the day
and the hour
my alarm clock died willingly
I felt nothing
I didn’t notice
every day was the same
dark
cold
empty
lonely
I pinned myself
to a billboard
on Fremont street
but nobody noticed
a million tiny lights
and I still didn’t shine
someone, once told me
If I wanted to touch the Sun
I’d have to dance naked
on the desert sand
so I did
but still…
I never did touch it.