The blinding parade.

There is a parade of girls outside. That boy is so shy why did you have to go and punch out his lights? It was the first one of the day it was the last one of the night. I should go and get some sun on my face. I have the good stuff and there is a parade of boys outside. I’m so blinded, what was the last thing I was to ever see? I’m so free, let me show you the blinding. Out you go. It’s so blinding. I’m a troubled teen to the annoyance of all my lovers. Untroubled only in my day dreams.