To the light of day my sadness seems ridiculous, impossible, A tale of introspective boredom. The sun shines a bright light inside me and everything becomes white and indistinguishable. Joy is but a star Drowned in its own flaming crest, A white wind spread across my window. Without light I am shade and doubt, I think about truth and expound it through to the gorge Never to be seen again. Our Sun, who art in Heaven.