Drunk poetry

I apologize for typos, autocorrect is going to have a field day with yhis I am no poet, yet write i do, In the hopes that my mind may be shown to you it's six thirty. I should be long asleep yet I stir and stumble for my heart, you keep a blue sun rises over shores, glistening red as I lie here, head spinning, in my bed I'd never imagined my fate would here be led, for long i imagined I'd sooner be dead as moonlight windows cast shadows upon the wall I find myself with little light at all for as the light begins to creep, I shan't get my needed sleep and as the paint begins to peel I so start to turn the wheel and as my chariot crosses the sky I'll think of you from up on high what you take, I should not give but because of you I've begun to live and as I smile, my eyes so bright I think of you all Throughl the night and as the sun begins to rise I can't help but see your eyes I must run I can't deny but because of you I've learned to fly so stay I will, against my mind since from you I've learned in kind