Sailing through the dawn of life,

I tell myself, this is my golden hour,

That I am the heir,

of a throne miles away from here.

A throne no ordinary

made of dreams and glory

waiting for me to find it

as much as I seek it.

I pass through joyous meadows

and heartbreaks of rock

with the wisdom of being

unable to turn back the clock

I tell myself, ‘everything is temporary’

the meadows, the rocks, my whole story.

Yet it feels so real,

as real as the pain and pleasure I feel.

Sailing through the dawn of life,

I tell myself, this is my golden hour,

That I am the heir,

of a throne miles away from here.