Colors of Fear
I eye the ground before me
Knowing that the stepping stones that will bring me to my fate
lie beneath the floor boards of the stage
A cloud of smoke appears only when I close my eyes
but fogs my vision when I open them.
Will I step out to display my colors
the smoke is purple, and suppressive.
I know of nothing but the cloud
it now appears abouve me, when I lay on the tile floor
next to the door that hold my chance of a future
The cloud weighs me down
pinned and helt tight against my fears
I need to be ready to escape when the door opens.
The smoke is black and heavy
I speak but hear no words
Im listening for the response
Her voice is clear and sweet
I feel no weight
but the smoke still surrounds me
Now us, my heart races.
The smoke is red, and passionate
I own a brush
I always have
The colors for the brush are provided by the smoke
I have to paint
and use the colors to motivate
I design my own surroundings
with the colors of my own fear