The Heritage Machine (there's the sun)

on this Holiday, nothing sways this way,
I'm mind-flipping, somewhat seren-dipping,
there's my sun,
overflowed with thoughts,
but content with ripping,
would you mind if I may?

And I'm just what she made,
I can't compete with the shade,
there's the sun,
where the rays once rayed,
looking forward to today,
take your fake over there, okay?