A poem about a boy seeking importance in his life.
Soft glow shading my world gently, our world
Without a sense of uncertainty, my paint brush runs free
Capturing the dodging shadows, fluttering feathers, and swimming scales
Nothing is going to change, nothing can be changed
On and on, I paint the canvas of life
Fantasizing, what colour should I use to describe today?
The blue rain stains my dangling white figure
That little crack up top, it's all of that day
Standing tip-toed, the sky escapes from my grasp
Wiping the transparent tears of the sky, the umbrella insists,
But it isn't visible to the fragile truth
Hey, what are you doing right now?
How do you view the cowardly me?
The answer lies within the sleepless nights
Blown away now, back to the smile we shared
The lying sky collapses with falling stars
It's true bliss that I can meet you
No tears will ever drop again, I promise
It will certainly be done one day, our canvas of life
The gentle south wind crashing through the cracks and gaps,
Stabs me from behind, through my guts, into my heart
Shivering in torn down pieces and parts,
Floating higher and higher, my head is light
Slowly dissolving into nothingness,
The dream of the Babel Tower, will I see the end of it?
Through the popping bubbles, you watch with blank eyes
No matter how many times, I am the one who get left behind
In the water-coloured galaxy, let's meet again once more,
And paint the canvas of life
In whatever way it might turn out