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.