What if the sun decided she wanted to die
That she was tired of showing up and how she desperately needed to cry.
What if the sun was burn out
Carrying a flame that seemed as though it would never run out.
What if she forgoes showing up
And decided to leave; seeming rather abrupt.
What if she was tired of hearing us complain about the very thing that brought us life
What if the sun decided she was done with this shit
Fatigued from seeing us in constant war and strife.
Then boom! That will surely be the end of it.