The Wayfarer and his Ray-Bans

Covered sun

To hide from everyone

Only it knows

The pain grief truly shows

 

Scratched lens

Matches failed defenses

Folded and placed back in its case

So much for royal taste

 

Even standing

On the side of the road

Not enough cushion for a soft landing

Shot to the eye a blissful load

 

If only he could play piano

His eyes wouldn’t hurt so much

Dipped soul in colorful Draino

Cracked lips to a flute hurt so much

 

Ray knew

The limits of his ban

Enough for the sky being blue

Without the sun eyes can still tan

 

Standing on the side of the road

Trails lead to where dark is light

Shot to the eye a blissful load

With the Wayfarer everything is all right