SHALL I JUST WALK AROUND the SUN?

SHALL I JUST TAKE A WALK AROUND THE SUN? Shall I just take a walk around the sun? Though, this is hard and demanding yet, copacetic, Rough, tough and full of thorns, a trip or son, As the harmattan wrestles with the sand in mystic, And sometime too hot the eyes of the rays, For everything cold was burnt from coal and heat, And often dark from dark; as it pryingly pays, For not all who wander are lost, by chance, the treat; But in enmity of eternity shall we wrinkle, Like the Swan in the Arabian swoop, in travesty, For the sun can be a frenetic foe you tackle, The gumption to dine in the zenith of thirsty, A nude that shamelessly assault my consigliere, So long lives this, and the ventriloquism of her lingerie!