I used to let outside colors mingle with mine
results in something I can't quite describe.
It's a blending of the world inside
that from outside may seem mad.
I could walk in air,
live on a patch of dirt
and be content.
The peace shattered,
it wasn't meant to last.
As if I need to prove that
I'm worthy of that kinda love.
And if I know it, remember it,
and want it enough.
What's easy has become so hard.
The real test is coming back to the start.

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