to the water so deep
from an orb glowing high
how do you make your waves seem to fly
i stay right in place
in an endless race
of my light changing size
just taking up space

to the moon in the sky
from the ground-bound sea
how do you make staying still be the key
I’m in a repetitive motion
and an endless devotion
to stay in this world
and provide as the ocean

to the planets afar
from the smallest among
as one so wise, how do you attract the young?
just a small sphere in circles
orbiting as slow as a turtle
only roaming around
but your land is so fertile

to the dwarf in a world
from a blue and green planet
how can you orbit, and miss it, and plan it?
in a continuous cycle
and always the title
never catching a break
forever the idol

a cycle of wants
a cycle of greed
everyone wants the things that they don’t need
everyone “needs” a life that they won’t have
nobody wants the life of their own
it always repeats, will never be done
unless of course you’re the sun

to everything smaller
from the grand ol’ sun
being myself is extremely fun
I provide warmth
I provide light
I provide day
I end the night
i control blind
I control sight

a cycle of wants
a cycle of greed
everyone wants the things that they don’t need
everyone “needs” a life that they won’t have
The starved men
The cursed fruit
an unhappy cycle is what always concludes.