True Colors
I see my true colors
wash beneath my feet
the beautiful colors
creating a landscape piece.
many people get to know me
it’s truly fascinating.
this attitude that people
are so concerned about
they love to be around me
I’ve seen this man grown up
how I see things who I can truly b
my true colors painting
this aesthetic masterpiece.
three years from now
I see the change and the journey to the awakening
I sailed on the ocean, found the island
I’ve been searching
learned many new things
and I still continue to keep growing.
my true colors contain who I truly am..
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