Another Saturday,
This time it's different,
I wake up by the sun,
Such a beautiful thing,
I just think to myself;
"That sunshine has always been there for me, makes me feel happy that I live in a world where it shines."
I smell breakfast,
Wow,
What a wonderful smell,
Makes me think:
Aren't we poor?
The sun beats down,
On my hair-shielded head,
Yet again;
"I'm so glad that people care. There's a Mc Griddle, orange juice, and a hashbrown."
The day goes on,
The morning ventures to chores,
I'm in the basement take out the whites,
I look out the window;
"Wow, that sun is shining. Bright white socks, bright sunny days, what a match. The dust in the basement dances. How intriging, you say?"
The laundry must be done,
Now loading the colors into the dryer,
Such dark colors,
But again the sunshine,
A pretty thing to gaze at.
Morning turns to afternoon,
Afternoon turns to evening,
The sun shines west now,
Leaving me in it's shadow.
I turn on the music player,
Junk, once again,
Whatever happened to good old hip-hop,
Just a bunch of money makin',
And bootie shakin'.
I pop in the Demon Days,
Few rounds of DARE,
Dancing like a white guy,
Heh, pretty funny to look at;
I turn to track 15,
Demon Days,
So true about the message,
What a cruel world it is;
"'Lift yourself up it's a brand new day...Turn yourself to the sun...' This is how I want to start everyday." |
Submission Name: To the Sun
