The sun doesn't rise when you wake up,

with the stillness of silence and the steam from your cup.

The coat of night looms above, it shimmers

from the millions of needle-poked holes that glimmer.

No matter the day, no matter the time.

You are always doing something sometime.

The sun doesn't stay when you sleep down,

The sun never waits when you're around

So, for once when the sky is bright and blue,

take a breath.

Take the time for the steam to sizzle, maybe try something new?

When the sun is up and its bright and blue,

when sometimes there's streaks of red and night doesn't loom.

You're not the sun that must go up and down,

someday you'll see the sky bright and blue,

not from a dark, dank room.

When the sky is blue. Where are you?