All Of You Know.

Morning I rise
in a direction
all of you know.

Afternoon I travel
towards a direction
all of you know.

It is dusk,
I descend in a way slow
all of you know.

Who am I?
I quoth, with a twinkle
You feel
all of you know.

You quip,
it is the sun
I do not think the way.

It is I,
who moves in all directions
physically very much
mentally too fast
all of you
do not know.