Life is passing by
I am looking at my path
Inside me lurks the wrath
But diverging is something I can't try
I can't remember the last time I was alive
I feel so lonely in this giant hive
My mind is frozen from obeying
Fruits are the only thing I'm slaying
So I continue my silent walk
Never leaving any footprints
Never did I truly talk
'Cause all my inner voice wants, Is to mince
But today I made a decision
Todays plan is collision
Finally I am an artist
Swinging a razor sharp brush.
Suddenly my life is more than blue.
I smell an intense green
Listen to yellow screams
And once i swing that brush of mine
A beautiful red completes
The image of my life.
This is what I truly am!
Ther is one question
That I fear
What if my joyful possession,
after living it out for a year,
Would appear ordinary and blue?
If all I love changed colours, what would I do?
The thought of it kills me slowly
And so I decide to finish my picture.
One last line of infinite red.
Now I can present my work