the sun rose
brightly
emanating the beauty no one could touch
far enough to burn alone
too close that it seems too hot

are we really fragile like it
and torch off to the bones
that we do not know how good we are

the gods and goddesses
listened but cannot obey
like us they have their own desires
and like us
they too have something to protect

are we really selfish like them
and too shallow for a fresh start
when they get angry and so do we

the moon closes in
shining brightly but always alone
in the dark and in the cold
far enough to admire
so close and yet always so far

are we really hidden
or we just do not want to be found
what is within is much more than what we let out