Golden Hills

I live between two mountains
The sun rises upon the valley,
I am stuck on the dark side of the hill.
Every morning I sip my coffee and watch the sky.
Every morning it taunts me.
I watch the gleaming light shine bright upon the top
The bottom still succumbed in darkness.
What a tease.
Every morning I watch and wait for it to be different,
Every morning, it never is.
I wait in the dark side of the hill
for sky to set me free.
Stuck at the bottom of the valley where the light doesn't shine.
Stuck in the cold where there is only a view of the glowing sun,
but too far from me.
So close is the mountain but still so out of reach.
I wait in this valley that resembles death
and I am reminded that I am small.
Insignificant to this mountain that is stealing all of my sunlight.
Why would this sun shine on me?
Why would this mountain share with me?
Who am I?
I am the one who lives between two mountains,
down in the darkness of the valley.
Stuck on the dark side of the hill.
Waiting for a sky that doesn't care about me to set me free.