Sun (Hour Nine)

I strike out on my own because I need to,

Yet always, the looking back and feeling alone,

Wherever I am is not where I should be.

There is a cure for this.

 

Get closer to the center,

The inner sun.

All these orbiting planets,

In constant flux,

Often frozen…

The sun is warmed by its own identity.

 

Get your head out of the Oort Cloud,

You are the Sun.

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