Sunset Song

I've noticed the sun doesn't care for my plans

doesn't change its tune for my little demands

rising when it must

unwilling to adjust

the Earth's spin is out of my hands.

Do you steel yourself for a simple day?

resolute that by morning you will change your ways

and be more of what you said

before getting out of bed

'til the turnover forges a rosy haze.

Give me the time to fill as I need

I'll watch the hours slip by with no good deed

fall back to the surface

what else is my purpose

but trying to pluck a fickle weed?

I need the daylight though it burns my eyes

the bright sun illuminating my disguise

revealing failures and faults

stopping short or full halts

time for everyone else to get wise.

The sun sings its song as it winks goodnight

aware of the end and of every plight

in the between the short hours

that we all devour

before it's over, grasp the rays with all your might.

Yet I have never seen a more spectacular view

than the pink or orange or purple hue

as the star settles sweetly

the day drifting beneath me

making way for the world to be renewed.