Analysis of just a touch of sunshine

Too young, too innocent.
Just when we sat down to reflect
October was at its end.

Too unsure, too confused
the great full moon
and the sea of potential memories

we settled for what made sense and missed what made us cry. Never again, we swore, we held hands and disregarded anything beyond our control.

Forget the sky exists, forget planes were made for this reason. Just close the blinds and forget it was even there.

Forget I was even there to scream right along side you.
Forget I was even there to scream at the top of my lungs that I cursed the moon,
that I hated myself,
that the world was flawed,
that the important poets were all dead,
and there was no God,
and that our governments wanted nothing more than money and power.

Forget the moon was bright and illuminated the ground you walked on. You cursed it instead because the light was less than the sun.

Now you're blind and can't walk a meter without being scared of what's in front of you. Perhaps I took pity for you but you destroyed what little pity I had.

and now that the sky is a blood red

and now that the clouds scream your name

and now that every time you look up the sky is 2 feet above your head

It all makes sense

it
  all
      makes
                   sense
all it takes

all
                                      it
               takes

touch
of