She hid away her colors in the frail,
fragrant flower petals.
Her radiance that once so bright,
forgotten and taken from your sight.
The long lost splendor,
the missed glorious moments.
Her brilliant wild joined the joyous,
unceasing winds.

Regardless to say we all need hope to live a life we truly deserve
But taking a sneak peak outside I realise the smell of fear as I observe.

Not minding the unnecessary noise or the panicking crowd I try and focus
But in reality I am just like everyone else I really need to learn than I focus.

A new phase coming up regardless of whether we facing it or not
Our life is about to change after this long pause are you betting on it or not.

The mornings are becoming longer than expected I really need a new hobby
As soon as I check to see the light I realise it
Is still dark outside from the lobby.

Always painting a new picture about how the future will look so fancy
Promises flying here and there still hopeful I would live a life so fancy.

Then the reality struck like a thief in the night I had to leave with no shirts on
Tears finding it's way down my cheeks as I stare at the life I would venture on.

The life I imagined is only few feets away but the reach is never within my grasp
Waiting for the phone call that would just make my reality come within my grasp.

Then a silent voice whispered into my confused head letting me know what I faced
No golden ticket was printed or expected you have to gear towards the reality you faced.

Drowning myself in another bottle strictly for the pain
Tired of staring at the droplets hoping to quench the pain.

Another shot for my misery I totally need to drench my pain
Not relenting I really think I need another shot for the pain
But I am sure the broken bottles won't solve the pain.

But I am still draining myself soul into opening this new bottle
A bottle for the pain I really need to stop holding all this bottles.

Sensing the huge wall built behind the mind of who is in pain
The only solution offered will be a therapy as quiet as the one in pain.

Slowly using words to pick out the emotions stored inside the hidden mind
Another quick therapy I don't know how to fix the depressed mind.

On a new discovery on how silence can change the way people perceive themselves
Back to the Quiet therapy for those who are tired of running away from themselves.