(I don’t know how I went almost two hundred days without this song even bring considered for an entry.  I guess my soul knows what it’s doing.  Day 198…)

Sometimes, I don’t want to be a soldier.  Sometimes, I just wanna be a man, but…

It’s hard being the Sun.
Darkness occurs when the world turns its back on me.
Responsible for life to it, though surrounding planets can bear none
Ninety percent of existence around me is lifeless
Some even gave up their names to fit the rhetoric.

But who am I if not light?
I refuse to be a dying star
A footnote in the Universe’s magazine
Astronomers of generations future
My children
Wondering where I am now
Following faint trails of stardust
Into the hole that swallowed me.

Is in me
It does not control me
I’m better than the Sun
My light reaches more than one body in one galaxy
Solar systems telescopes can’t see feel my warmth
The world closest to me
Turns its back to me because I am too powerful for it to face.
Every day
I’m still here
Every day
I shine with purpose

I want to collapse into myself
But eight minutes twenty seconds away
Happiness awaits my dawn.