sunshine

I wrote this today. I don't really show it lately, but things inside have been very difficult to extinguish. This has been pretty cathartic to write and maybe can be the same to read. I wrote this in the perspective of my mother.

Sunshine:
he once was a little boy
he once could give it all
he could run for days, for you
he felt a hundred feet tall

but its an inevitable evolution
losing your ability to love and treat right
is it just: this retribution?
no one deserves the punch that was never in sight

this mountain of a world will slap that sun right off your face
and leave you in shadows with the rest of them
but you can climb, baby, i gave you them legs for a reason
yes, you can climb and one day you'll find that sun again

how can someone be so heartless?
he sat lonely day after day
he only gave his love and sincerity
but what Confucius say dont keep confusion at bay

no its not your fault, little one
the age of consent is just an illusion
wisdom is sparse to none
the solution, sunshine, is absolution

this mountain of a world will slap that sun right off your face
and leave you in shadows with the rest of them
but you can climb, baby, i gave you them legs for a reason
yes, you can climb and one day you'll find that sun again

solipsistic.
isnt it sick,
drawing lines with a stick?
her love was a trick.

but youre my little buddha
you'll always be mine
listen to me, i've climbed that mountain
and now, you're my sunshine