Stupid Sun
Driving steadily, I squint my eyes at the brightest light; its shade similar of a yellow gardenia's.
It blinds my windshield, and most of the time it makes me press the brakes so quickly that my body bounces forward.
I try driving one more time, but my efforts prove themselves useless.
What was I thinking, oh I don’t remember, something about my weekend plans…
Stupid sun.
It rises each morning and sets each evening.
Most times, it catches me when I my vision couldn't be better.
It helps me, though, it helps me see the beauty of Mother Nature and her people.
The world isn’t as dark, as I once perceived it.
And now, I’m knocked off my feet everytime I see you.
Stupid sun.