Filled with colours, yes it is.
Crimson, orange, yellow and hazzel.
Bright and happening are the days,
Life’s about the moment, I say.
Its something that defines me, maybe.
Fearless? Has to be
But I accept the darkness in me,
It has no limits, no boundries.
No walls that shall ever bind me.
I close my eyes and I let it erupt.
I feel the colours fading out,
I let it flow, the thoughts, oh my.
Let the artist in me be alive.
I Unleash the wild in myself.
Im content, you could see and tell.
I see a queen emerging though,
Walking, no, gliding through.
She’s graceful, she’s fearless too.
She’s no one but me. She is my Version 2.0.