Opener

You told me don't you look at the sun,

it burns your eyes out.

I disobeyed and see a man who's going nowhere.

He fed me this: you don't got to worry, you're on your feet.

Please help me down.

Should have made room for others who can't be beat into open sea.

I brainstormed and caught up with my friend who's doing fine now.

It's been uplifting knowing you all have static sources.

I fed him this: man, am I in a hurry to break this chord of our paranoia.

Took him too long to notice and now I'm down where I can't be found.

And there's no antidote for a petty loaf.

I think we've found the lighter side of our friendly host.

I don't mean to boast, we can face all this nonsense.