Glare Cursed

Sunlight is your friend
At least that's what you're raised to believe
Watching when the beams bend
From the sky down like an arm into a sleeve
But it's hard to drive
At the mercy of a focus that isn't yours
It's at it's worst at 5
When it has passed the autumn equinox
5:30 at tops

Feeling glare cursed
Glare cursed again
Squinting and straining though your hand still blocks the sky
You know you're glare cursed
Glare cursed again
I'm begging for you to come and pull out my eye

Bought a pair of glasses
With a coating that controls the thing you fight
Viewing all that passes
Through a private shadow that absorbs what's bright
But can't stop the fog
Extreme temperature controls your heavy breathing
Constant monologue
Cause you can't express these petty concerns
Your calls no longer returned

Feeling glare cursed
Glare cursed again
Your world drifts into shapes that you can't identify
You know you're glare cursed
Glare cursed again
I'm begging for you to come and pull out my eye

It is quite tragic
Cause sunset is the romantic time of day
As combative it seems
Accept it is nature without flaw
And not an excuse to withdraw

Only a few hours in
You wake up quite sometime before dawn
Eyelids mended a smooth skin
With the sleep you had but suddenly it's gone
You check your room
Looking for what cut off your rest
"What's in the corner" you presume
It needs examined so you get nearer
Then your lantern hits a mirror

Feeling glare cursed
Glare cursed again
God want to cut your senses from five right down to four
You know you're glare cursed
Glare cursed again
Desperate for shade under a bridge, barn, or a sycamore

Feeling glare cursed
Glare cursed again
God want to cut your senses from five right down to four
You know you're glare cursed
Glare cursed again