Whirlpool of Words

When it started at all, it started very small

A simple idea, a simple sigh

A single thought passing by

Colors form and start to fly . Like screeching birds that take to the sky.

Blues, reds, yellows, and greens

Born from life and hopes and dreams 

Purples, whites, blacks, and gold   

From fears, the future and what it beholds. 

Silvers, oranges, and bright pastel hues

From loyalty, friendships, and the lives and ties that I choose.  

Colors great, and colors small

Colors that may not even make any sense at all  

Simple at first, but as time kept marching on

The chance to navigate through it got further gone. 

The labels, the limits, the invisible gates 

The standards that society so highly dictates 

Everything in society demands one color, one action

Things and ideas seperated into groups by factions. 

The storm's hard to tame, hard to control 

Such a massive storm that's taken its toll 

Damage was, and still is, taken against people and places 

Causing discomfort from the looks on thier faces. 

The world outside doesn't give much relief, 

Half of the time it only gives grief. 

The words and colors that smash and clash together 

But there is an escape from the stormy weather 

On a white square canvas, with no words of its own 

A whirlpool like this can freely roam 

The freedom to explore, create, and define 

The unique worlds and characters within one's mind.  

Through the chaos comes insperartion

The power to bring enough hope to a nation. 

Turning chaos to order and destruction to beauty 

Can't honestly think of a much better duty.