Nature of a Falling Sun, Pt. I

In a dark room, in the biggest room of all

My house is slowly coming to an end

Ideas are empty in a room with so much darkness to fill, so much space to fill

I can’t begin to think how big this room is...

Only how everything is smaller than this room

The space is so empty, like the cosmos is a vacuum

My self wants to fill the space and I stretch to try

But cry in pain and scream WHY is this room so big?

WHY is this room so dark?

And the most pertinent question is WHY is the chandelier not hanging?

Well, that is the nature of a falling sun...

Keen to fill the space in the biggest room of all

Keen to fill the darkness with the brightest light of all

But this room is just so big and the energy is stretched thin

Stretched thin like I am, trying to fill the biggest room of all

Of course we cannot and WHY?

Nothing is bigger than this room (it’s the biggest room of all)

Instead of asking WHY, though, I ask WHEN

So it goes, WHEN is this room so big? WHEN is this room so dark?

And the most pertinent question is WHEN is the chandelier not hanging?

Well, that is the nature of a rising moon...

Keen to empty the space in the biggest room of all

Keen to empty the darkness with the dimmest light of all

But this room is just so big and the efforts stretched thin

Stretched thin like I am, trying to empty the biggest room of all

Of course we cannot and WHY?

Nothing is bigger than this room

It’s the biggest room of all!