Weather Report

Sunshine today makes shit sparkle
Comes in the form of rays, radio waves, a 40 ounce, weed and crack-cocaine.
When you stare at the sun's beams
They have a tendency to make one blind
Reality becomes a fallacy in darkness
Fallacy becomes reality only your pupils find
You're in love, You're trapped, You're addicted.
Too much of a good thing is simply too much
It negates the positivity created in it's anatomy
And before you know it your identity
Becomes classified, profiled, computerized into numerical-alphabetical hor d'oeuvres
Sampled by the masses but delectable to none
The seasons change for a reason....
Everything must come in moderation
Absence leads ones mind to appreciation
Appreciation derives from moderation
A cloudy forecast can lead to depression
Without sunshine gleam rays of verisimilitude
Which directly effects your tone and attitude
You expect rainy days to wash away your dirt and clean out your closet
But it only saturates the fat and concentrates the left over deposit
The weather report forecasts the weather not your feelings
You internal apparatus shouldn't change with the seasons
Authentic sunshine comes from within
It can bring warmth and glow to any night and day
The meteorologist is simply a scientist
You are the god.