Our Colors True
Searching is the game,
And without guidance we play.
We take the deep plundge,
but alone are we.
Cold darkness envelops us,
But as we search deeper,
What are we searching for?
Where are we?
Our goal begins to haze.
The purpose becomes a dream.
Protection surrounds us.
A sheild or a prison?
The barrier finally closes.
All becomes clear to mind.
What are we searching for?
Our colors true to heart,
But it's too late
For in the prison we remain.
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Beyond The Wall
My mind gets lost in the reality of where we live. The life that we lead can be seen through filters are unknown to the souls of those who realize nothing of the world around them. Expression is what brings light to who we are and what we want to be. Nothing is set in stone, but everything has purpose. Everything has change.
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