::Color Books::

Tell me about yourself in Technicolor lights The dark nights in blue, cyan and pink The sunny days in orange black and green What about the semi-phonic sounds of enlightenment? Do they make the cloudy middays go by faster? If I were to cut up the echo into hand held pieces How many would you take? Escalate into defeat Until you twirl into the sands that don’t exist I can run into the feel of the ocean And see the likes of Japan from so far away We both know in this small world we are very big How can you justify your word peace? You’ve already killed so many with your wholesomeness So many turn out fine Until you try to steal their mindsHey. All I am going to say is I am new, soooo hey. Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Sep 21 2001 06:46 PM PST   10 • 0