I like to believe that I am a sunflower.
Blooming beautifully and shining with all the grace and poise of a dainty little winged fairy, flitting from petal to petal,
sun rays in my hair and tinkling laughter falling from my pointed shoes;
On these days, I am happy.
I am myself, and I feel on top of my game.

Of course, there are some days
when the sun doesn't look like it's shining;
it doesn't even feel warm.
Where, then, does the sunflower turn
on the days of clouds and rain?
Does it wilt, or close up,
spin around in circles maybe?

I like to believe that I am a sunflower.
In my imagination, sunflowers on rainy days
go on a little hike.
They pull up their roots from the earth,
and start walking in any direction they feel is right.
Sometimes they walk with friends.
Sometimes they feel better alone.
Sometimes, when the sun starts shining again,
they're not in the same field as they once were.
Sometimes they find a familiar, empty flowerbed,
and sometimes they grow in a newly tilled one.
Sometimes they're admired at by people passing by,
and sometimes they're tossed over like a sad, limp vegetable.

And that's okay.
That's okay.
People say that it's okay.
Even when it's not.
Maybe, if I think about it enough times -
it will come true.

That that's okay.
It's okay.
You're okay.
I'm okay.

Spiders all around me,
Crawling everywhere.
Spiders all above me,
Hanging in the air.

Worms are in my body,
Killing me from inside.
Worms are biting at my flesh,
Eating me alive.

Nobody’s there to save me.
They can’t see a thing.
I don’t want help from Nobody.
Nobody lies within.

Trembling and scratching,
With spiders in my hair.
The worms have finished eating.
Only the bones are left here.

Now my ghost remains
Outside my hollowed husk.
But I no longer tremble.
The day has turned to dusk.

At night Nobody’s there again,
This time a welcome guest.
They come to claim what Nobody deserves.
Indeed, I’ve lost their bet.

I am calm through the night,
With Nobody there to hold me.
With dawn, my world repeats, again,
The same unrelenting story:

Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody

What if, One evening I left this world
At the same time my soul left my body?
Who would be there to say goodbye?
Spiders? Worms? Nobody? Nobody.

An eagle soars through the clouds
Its wings graze against stars
Humanity grows its own feathers
And lands onto the moon

Talons sink into prey and tear out its flesh
Hands dig into the Earth and pull on its veins
Both feed, but only one abides by the natural order
The other consumes and devours it greed

Oh beautiful, my risen Sun,
My glorious radiant divinity.
You, the enlightener of the skies,
Warmer of hearts, thrill of the mind.

Sing praises, I, to thy wondrous name!
Who shall thy be in my world?
The brightest star, brighten the moon,
And make the night lessened so.

So, sing I the praises of you, my Sun!
My honey-worded Muse,
May my praises shine greatly,
As thy beams of warmth and love!