This Sunlit Haze

For them happy-go-lucky buggers.

Oxygen deprivation? Nah.

This is true fun.
My eyes tire to open, screaming out tears on the road.
But they do open, and smile at the world.
My wet lashes cover my sight, partially though.
Its like seeing the sights through a diffracting prison cell,
colors so real that all must be well.

My step's light, and I did have a headaches five minutes ago,
but its going now. Gone with the smile thats stretching out on my face.
So what if its going to snow tomorrow, the sun is out now.

I see the crosser sign turn to the white walking sign.
Each figure in front of me seems a story as it crosses the road,
linked to another, so much motion in my sight.

I don't seem to walk in distance, but in time, or so Einstein said.

My head does clear once I cross the road,
and I risk another glance at the setting sun.
Its there, poignant as ever,
leaving me to see,
where my new mini era has begun.