SUNshine/Mrs. Messed Up
Who bothers to risk their eyes
to look into the light of the sun?
They cover their eyes and turn their backs
and take advantage of the warmth and the glow
Me I am the sun
Everyday I rise and my rays
glow for anyone within my orbit to see
Everyone is content
and no man bothers to look past
the light of the sun
None but a few have
come close enough to see
the holes on the surface of myself
Something like obligation or
gravity or forces now beyond my control
see to it that I rise each morning
warming the paths before me and
bathing the backdrops in brilliant incandescence
but at some point the sun must set
and under the cloak of darkness the
ever glowing she allows herself to cry
to acknowlede the holes on her surface
to let her light dim
nobody bothers to look past
the light of the sun
because I can't bear to let you see
anything other than a joyful, luminous, me