The Scenic Route [Revised]

[QDeathstar]

The sun sees through the trees,
sees through the glass,
sees through me.

It saturates my window.
It brightly warms my hand,
as if in proposition.

My smile concedes like a girl
that has just been asked to dance.
I can't restrain this smile
any more that I can restrain a sunset.

I don't try to.
I belong out there, in the trees
At the source
Eating sunshine and sipping moonlight
Filter free.

I roll down the window
so that there is nothing between us, 
the sun and I, 
and I want to shout "Stop!
Drop me off here".

But all I have are excuses.
And the sun may see,
but it does not hear.

honestly, I liked the opening lines. They set the tone of self realization, about dishonesty with yourself and struggle to reach solace, about the cleansing properties of nature. I like it.

The poem is simple and honest, it's not stuck up, it doesn't name drop or try to be flashy or good. It just is.

It needs a better ending though. I can't make much sense of it. Even if could, the poem deserves a much clearer summation than what was presented.