Colors of the Wind

When I analyze how our life is spent, we see the unnamed colors of the wind. All of us confused by what’s truly meant, taking us in direction of the pinned. Behind our eyes is one color: mystic. Our hands represent blending all colors, even envy rises from the artistic and portrays all of them to look duller. Yet, a problem rises from all these pros, we cannot be accepted from our whole. No matter which way we make our winds blow we’ll never reach everyone else’s goal. But the qualities we accept are good, so wish nothing else or you’ll say “you should”.