Under the Sun

What do I want?

It’s not the sun if you’re wondering.

I don’t really know.

Is it the girl,

The home,

The friends I’ll never see.

Why can’t I just decide,

What I truly want.

I think and I think,

Just to make the answer.

But it never comes,

Never finds a way.

I wish life was simple,

But so do we all.

Things would be so easy,

Not to care at all.

For the sun rises, the sun sets. Life goes on, and never ends. If a sun rise was easy, it wouldn’t be worth it. But since it’s hard, it’ll never be a mistake. And under the sun we do live. So why not look to him, so we can find our way.