It’s early evening again,
And I should be thinking of you.
But I can’t, not like last night.
I feel too sick to even wallow,
My pain slashed a bit too deep.
Run away forever?
It’s a dreamy idea.
Because of its nature,
I’ll always have my faith,
In it’s pure power.
That’s something we don’t have.
Something I want,
But it can wait.
See, I don’t know who you are.
No more than I know where the sun goes.
Yeah, I know, outer space, atoms, oxygen…
Neutrons, protons, DNA, RNA.
See, but that’s all no good.
What if we just said the sun went away
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