Every person a drop of paint
Ray of light
A blade of grass on an endless day
Laughter unites, As ideas combine
Intellectuals and the jokers among
Unite one and all
Faces all, black or white
One hundred different stories
Young or old, Straight or Gay
Unique in it's crystallize
Reflect off a gaze
A hundred different ways
Wish, wish upon a star
Till you leave this world for so far
Three genie grants, Magic chants
You'll never be handed what you've spent all this time for
Run through the field of endless grass
See the blades in their individual stance
Laughs run loose, Smiles with grins
See the meaning, Make it worth living
Give it a chance
Each person a drop of paint
In the masterpiece of the human race
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
