Even Goths like sunshine
Their darkness an indulgence
Out in the light they thrive and grow
Pushing upwards like sapling trees
Enjoying the warmth, the light
Basking in the golden glow.
Even poets like sunshine
They shrug off their shrouds of angst
Lapping up the light like photographs
Studying the world around them
Swimming in its energy
A time to smile, to chance a laugh.
Sunshine is pure
It wont discriminate
It’s there for all that
Want its golden rays.
Even sociopaths like sunshine
They have the chance to watch and walk
Among the living to recharge their senses
Imagining what it must be like to
Feel the frail normality of others
Enjoy the world with someone else.
Even quantum physicists like sunshine
They forget the particle wave duality
Instinct kicks in, science melts away
Specs of dust floating by, just specs of dust
Nothing that requires a deeper meaning
Just a lovely walk on a sunny day.
Sunshine is precious
It’s life giving
It’s bound to our fate
It’s there for us all
It wont judge us
Silent golden rays.