They tell us never to look at the sun,
but we do,
performing its revolutions around us
a thousand times over
and through the night.
We aspire for warmth,
to be a part of the light that makes us
as millions turn on,
and we lie on our backs to gaze,
for fame, for comfort.
Wishing upon one may help you
to make it through the night;
some burn bright and fast,
Stay mesmerized and stay warm,
your time is here,
The eyes of the world are upon you
a starring role,
make it count.
Cutting the cord has never been easy until now,
previously in utero,
gestated from radio waves and TV signals.
—We’ll be back after this commercial (psychotic) break—