Some days
When the sun isn't around to protect me

Every blade of grass is ready to slice my ankles
Every pebble in my path is ready to bruise me
And every gray cloud hangs ready to burst into tears over my head

Some days
When the sun isn't around to protect me

Every breath of wind seems designed to chill my skin
Every beat of silence seems designed to taunt my ears
And every lonely river waits to carry the tears downstream


And then every flower seems to shrink from me in terror
For fear that the blackness clouding my vision will
Condemn their new blossoms to an early withering

And every squirrel seems to glare at me reproachfully
As if I were to blame for the melancholy state of my soul.

Some days the sun just isn't there
And it won't protect me
And I can't chase these thoughts away

06/06/2002

Posted on 06/06/2002
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