Staring at the Sun

Staring at the sun

Even through the clouds
Blinded by fate
The same old songs on the radio
In the background
Looking for perfection
Through all the blind spots
Haze of piercing melodies
Little things creating humor
That is the punch line
Staring at the sun
Feeling the warmth
Days in the sun
Sand every where
Water splashing
Nobody cares
Staring at the sun
Sitting in the shade
Wishing for more
Knowing it to be a bore
Listening to all the giggles
Smiles for an entrance fee