Stalker

Stalker

Alright you,
What do you have with me?
Why do you keep following me?
Why is it that everywhere I go
You’re there?

Stop appearing in my way
And slipping behind houses and streets.
I know that when the day is no more
You have someone watch me
(He’s not very discreet, you see?)

You forever chase me,
‘til the edge of the Earth;
On those long journeys,
As I sleep in the backseat,
You flicker behind my eyelids
And make pretty oranges and pinks.

Don’t you see it bothers me?
Yes, I did enjoy it
But that was years ago-
Before I knew that the world spun around you,
Before, when I’d say:
“Let’s have a race!”
That was years ago.

So will you stop stalking me?
And mind your own business.
Don’t follow me around.
Where are you anyway?
Where are you when I need you?
Through the cold,
Or the rain,
Or a hurricane?
Where are you when I need you?

Instead you find it pleasurable
To make shapes on the ground and walls.
Dark shapes.
Different shapes.
Long shapes.
Short shapes.

It all depends on how you’re feeling
Yet you’re always in the mood for stalking me.
But it’s not all you do that annoys me:
You bring me light, warmth,
Happiness.

Even though I hate when you stalk me,
I really must admit
That without you
There would be no life.
You are the beginning of every food chain-
You are the source of life.
You are the Sun:
The East-rising stalker.