Not everything is made of colors
and not all the lines have a hidden meaning.
Not all the truths are made of words
but after that, I give up on thinking;
For a brief moment
only to return again,
on the foam of thoughts
just when I found myself.
Covered by sands of time
for truth to be revealed
there I usually lie..
waiting for a chance
to jump at the unknown
to get lost in trance!
But, for the moment
I feel like waiting a little longer;
I’ll amaze myself.
Watching colors as they change shape
from black, to white!
An amazing yet disturbing sight
this beautiful symphony of death and life
played for all…
but not everyone is able to dance
to this fast-paced tact.