The Sun’s Tirade

They say-

“Tell us, how is it?

Being the sun?”

“When you walk into a room,

will they all be watching you?”

They pry.

“How is it?”

I spill-

“It hurts.”

It hurts.

//

Everywhere I go,

people wanna know-

who

I

am.

So I tell them:

//

It is I.

Who rocks to the beat

of a lonely drum.

Real bad, rad girl

with hopes

of being the one.

Legend has it

I’m the dude slayer-

used to do it for fun.

//

Everything

and nothing-

they have no idea

of who I’ll become.

Nothing,

but

everything.

//

Steady chasing the sun…