The Secret to Sunshine
Why does the world
With all of color and exuberance
Now just seem dull and full of grey.
It once held sunlight
And children playing.
Now it just sits and patiently waits.
There's no move to stand
No getting off of the couch
Or out of bed.
It's just easier to see the people go past
Like they have a secret
That only few know.
They have light in their skin
And they're glowing within.
And it's not fair.
This world I see is lacking color
While they're filled with so much.
And I'm in this bed
On that couch
Dragging myself to work
To friends.
And I don't know the secret
To sunshine.
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