The night comes and goes,
the sun does the same,
they both come and go,
but only the sun bursts in a flame.

Flames that reach out to us,
feeding us with heat,
letting us live,
letting us feel defeat.

Crying out with flames of fury,
they are what is,
the sun high up,
the night at darkness.

Quivering the world,
shivering the land,
they bring happiness to,
sometimes they lend a hand.

The world hovers above a pit,
a land on each side,
one side brings happiness,
the other brings pain to hide.

I’m hovering between,
not worrying where I’ll end up,
I’m just going with the flow,
not ever will I call out “Stop!”.