I couldn't get to sleep last night,
I was thinking-
What if the sun withdrew its labour
And does not rise tomorrow?

I turn over, "Silly," I say,
"Of course it will rise
It does everyday, it has everyday
And anyway, where could it go?"

"But then that's just the point
Just because it's risen
Every single day in every single century
Doesn't mean it will stay that way"

And then I think "What would happen?
There'll only be dark
And there'll always be the cold"
I somehow got some sleep

When I woke up in the morning
The sun was here,
"See, of course it's here," I say
But still some nights I get no sleep