Sunglasses
If you need proof that every soul
Is at war with itself,
Look no further than your sunglasses.
That in the darkest hour of night
We pray for dawn to break
To chase the shadows away
And illuminate your spirit.
What do you do?
What have I done?
That dearest beseeched ray of day
Finally hops the fence and is found
To be too damn brilliant
Too sharp and discerning to tolerate
It stings the eyes and scorches the skin.
I wear sunglasses,
Keep my foot in both camps
For darkness threatens to smother
And light threatens to burn me
So I stay in the middle.
So you see we are all of us
Creatures afflicted by division,
Fallen spirits trying to float upwards
While still clinging to the ground,
The best gymnast of the heart
Can’t do the splits that well.
Trash your Oakley’s
Nobody can serve two masters.
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