It Is.

So bright, I’m wearing sunglasses

So dark, maybe it’s the sunglasses

So blurry, maybe I need glasses

So clear, who needs glasses

So driven, speeding, no stops

So curbed, I hit concrete blocks

So sunny, a new day is dawning

So cloudy, I feel the rain falling

Will I be soaked or just drown?

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