The dark sun

On our planet
People are really fun
They love to stare up
At our dark sun
It is fantastic
When they're old and young
And they choose to stare up
Oh, they choose to stare up
At things that are long gone
In our past that
Dark sun really fits
It is past time
That dark sun remains lit
It really should just
Turn itself off and die
It's loomed up for so long
It's almost just a crime
The dark sun floating
That disk right up there
Staring us down
As we go everywhere
It's kinda crazy
To assume it'll ever be gone
But in the end
One can hope for so long
How can anybody outrun it
How can they escape their history
They never could've outdone it
It's like solving a paradoxical mystery
That floating dark sun, it
is a prodigal silvery thing
But to each their own, I suppose
I just wonder
Why we stare at it for so long
Just what's the reason
To keep us there at all
I always ponder
This thought on and on
Just like a heathen
I forgo all I know
And choose to believe the things I thought
For the dark sun looms far up there
Beyond my reach, yet it shows up everywhere
That pesky dark sun, barely lighting my path
It's neither well-lit, nor darkness at last
Then again, I'm thankful
Since it's not leaving me blind
In near darkness
I can still see far and wide
There is perhaps a lesson
That I was taught by that sun
Maybe it's been my friend all along