[Verse 1] Bright sun on my brow, face shaded by one small hat my ego survives. I trust the daylight. It proves things are visible, which is useful news. If the sun is bright, and my face is shaded well, who is more prepared? The answer is me. The hat did the thinking first. I supported it. I stand like a fact: half in glow, half in mercy. A balanced situation. The ants see my shoes. The clouds see my forehead. Everybody’s working. My shadow is calm. It knows I am not glamorous, only well-placed. I brought shade to time. Time brought sweat to my collar. We exchanged opinions. The sun says, “Be bold.” I say, “Be practical.” Then I adjust the brim. Logic is funny: a tiny circle of cloth can defeat the sky. So if you need me, look for the bright sun first, then the face shaded.
