Colors

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If I became a butterfly, what color would I be?

I know I'd fly and find a place where none could bother me.

Free to breathe the warm sweet air, or drift out to the sea.

I could make the world my own, create my destiny.

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Time release your iron grip,
I'll not your captive be.


 

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Pieces

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Pieces of the past, where have they gone.

Scattered through time, buried in dreams.

Memories forgotten, sand in the wind.

It is what it is, step away from the ledge.

Put on a sweater, or come in from the rain.

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Moments

Moments happen, and moments pass.

Even the ones you want to last.

Life keeps going, like the river flows.

Where it will end, nobody knows.

Savor the moments, remember the past.

Don’t drown in the river, encased in glass.

Consumed

Silky white,

In the moon light

Laying here,

I feel you near

Thunders power, shakes the sky

Beneath the stars, I still can fly

Awake

The walls are high, but made of glass.

The room is dark, but I can see.

The night is long, but it will end.

And who am I, to argue fate?

Little feet

Little feet, so soft and sweet.

Tender kisses given.

I see you there, your golden hair.

Innocent fears are hidden.

Noise

Drip. Drip. Drip.
See the rain drop.

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Hear the time tock.

Where does it go,
I just don’t know.

Away from here,
It does appear.

I can’t see through the rock.

The Tunnels End

I’m here for now, but all is wrong

This flawed design just can’t go on

If winters grasp were not so strong

I’d find a place where I belong