The sun wouldn't notice if you laid down this moment
and said, "Earth consume me, I'm tired of living."
Your troubles are yours to be borne on your shoulders,
and the sun will keep rising and setting.

Though none be an island, yes, we affect one another's
worlds as we toss back and forth and collide,
the people we touch will someday set, too,
and the sun will keep setting and rising.

The sun will still climb from the depths of the east
and fling itself over the sky, without seeing
the problems of life that you think you perceive,
and uncaring, crawl darkly back into the west.

In fact, if it weren't for the warmth it provides,
if it weren't for the fact we can all see the light,
I'd say the sun doesn't even exist. Then again, I'm
one of those people who does fine without it.

But as much as we can't touch the sun,
can't prove that it's there by real, solid means,
I'm sure as the sun makes its way overhead
it doesn't really believe we're here, either.