I typically feel light green or light blue.
Yesterday I felt red with frustration
Today I feel a foggy grey encapsulating everything.
I am exhausted but I know my will brings strength.
I'm not a bubbling fool, but I'm a lot happier then when I was midnight black.
Father I am your happiness
And mother I am your worry.
Sister you are my catharsis
And my reason for sadness.
Love - you are a reason for joy and pain.
Sunshine you are my reason for living -
I'm still waiting for you to color me dark as I run like a child.
I don't know if you could call it poetry
To write the words that flow through my fingertips
And land within my computer screen.
The signs within me say there is meaning in it,
But then is there meaning in everything?
And what makes this any different?
I want to take a ride on a big jet plane
Lose myself somewhere different
I'm so strong I fight for strength itself
I am looking for a weak beginning.
I want to take a ride on a big jet plane.
