Here comes the "SUN"

Like the bottled water in the freeze, cold and lonely and lifeless and still.
And then for some reason, poured in cup and left out in the open Sun.
It was warm at first and nice and cozy and I could feel all was well.
But soon it got me gasping for air as it got suffocating as hell.
And in the gasps I dont know when I felt all confused and dizzy.
For in the heat of the baking Sun, I was vapor and had lost identity.
I soared up high, I question why but it all felt so unreal and queasy.
And then one day when I had lost my trace, I came thundering down as rain.
Now as a stream and then a river and then into the ocean. I look in awe for I cant see of where I begin or where I end.