MY LiFE'S HELD iNSiDE A FRAME
ABLAZE A COLORED CHESSBOARD
PULSiNG, ViBRANT AND UNTAMED
SEE ME DANCiNG OVER SPARKLiNG HUES
FREE SPiRiTED, ALWAYS ME AND NEVER QUiET THE SAME

FROM TiME TO TiME i HAVE TO JUMP
TO CROSS AN ABYSS
MY BLOOD CAN'T FLOW iT HAS TO PUMP
BECAUSE NOWADAYS THERE iS NO COLOR
JUST A DUMP

NO TiME TO WONDER, i HAVE TO CARRY ON
i NEED TO CHASE MY FADiNG COLORS
YOU KNOW, i NEED TO STAND ON ONE
ONE HAND, ONE FOOT - ANOTHER SHRiNKiNG SPOT
COME ON!


HOLD ON!
TWiST, BALANCE - THERE iS



ANOTHER




TiNY





ONE

FADiNG COLORS

A poem about desparation.

Serie: [ SEELEN|TEXT.] straight from the heart.

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