They're Afraid of What They Can Become

An experiment in spoken word

They call me sunshine.

Because I bleed into their lives and, like it or not,

I leave them happy.

And here’s the beautiful thing about happy.

You can take it with you.

Think about it.

All those people I passed by today.

How many were the first to smile at me?

Not a single one.

I don’t blame them. They had stuff to do, boyfriends to break up with, tests to pass. Or fail. You know, whatever.

But me? I had a million things to do and nowhere to be and I just wanted some sunshine.

There’s so much joy in this life right now, and people just can’t see it.

And if they can see it, I sure as heck don’t know it.

Because if everyone lived with their sunshine streaming out of their faces, falling from their tongues every time they opened their mouths, can you imagine? 

Can you imagine?

But the world puts on their sunglasses and goes walking down the street so I can’t see its eyes. But I pulled my shades off awhile ago. I just decided, “It isn’t worth it.” 'Cause let me tell you something. You can’t get to someone’s heart with your shades on. You can’t heal their soul with sunglasses. So leave your shadows, leave your inhibitions behind and I'll call you 
sunshine.