Where Has the Sun Gone?

Where Has the Sun Gone?

Run across the endless plain
Trying to find the sun
Which continues to float
to laugh and to shun.

The ground smiles
and cries and screams
crushed under footsteps
the smell of broken dreams

Here and there,
the reminders sit
a purse, a legging,
the scarf she knit.

A small pile of stones
sitting all alone
devoid of flowers
a name you've always known

All behind
as you race ahead,
left behind
as forgotten or dead

For the gods you seek
for the organs that leak
the pleasure you want
left you barren and gaunt

For the sun you'll find
despite the rays that will bind
and as you reach to touch it
it burns as you see what's writ

And find that, all in all,
it was always you that would fall
always you were the cause
because you never gave pause

That the truth was behind you
in the ground you strode
the cries and lives too
but you never slowed.

And as you burn up in the sun
a glowing barreled gun
the people will reach down
and push you into the ground.