The sun is out of our reach,
So it glares upon us.
We could never be as bright as him,
We would hurt our eyes with those prescription sunglasses.

The flowers are much too delicate to feel,
So they dance in the wind with their aromas, so pleasant.
We could never smell that beautiful,
We would choke on that cheap perfume.

But with prescription sunglasses,
And globs of cheap perfume,
We could try.

We could try to be as bright as the sun
With his sunglasses
So our eyes won't get burnt.

And we could dance in the fields
With our cheap perfume
Soaking up the clean air.

Because the sun doesn't care about skin cancer,
No.. he cares about his spotlight.
He cares about the warmth.

Because the flowers don't care about allegories,
No.. they care about being picked,
They care about the waltz..

But we'll never feel warm;
You're much too cold for the both of us, sweetie.
And we'll never dance;
You're never happy with me.

But what does that matter?
You're already my sun,
And I've always been your flower.

One problem, though,
My only meaningless dispute..
The sun makes the flowers bloom..
But, darling, you're only holding me back.


-*Chances are you got confused; I'm too abstract, sorry.
 
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