I can't hold my eyes open to this blazing dusk,
And the rays of the golden sun kaleidoscope the sky.
I hold my hand in a quivering salute to block the glare,
To shade these fluttering open books.
I've lasted the day and this finale is testament,
A message of sweet and blissful smiles to live for.
I turn the collar of my coat to the glittering coast,
And finish my long since warm Corona.
I hurl the bottle to the breaking waves with a wild yell,
Watching as it glitters in the now violet sky.
I've lasted the storm and this my challenge,
My prideful taunt to the coming night.