I only realise now
After nearly a thousand poems
That with every poem
I write
I give away a part of me.

sometimes i am flying high through white
so high nobody could touch me
sometimes i am trapped in gray
feeling nothing, being nothing
most of the time i am drowning in deep dark blue
being dragged under unable to move
i want to experience red and green
i want to dance through yellow and lay in purple
i want to feel things not to an extreme
im tired of flying and drowning
i want to be free

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Money in the pocket of the biggest shareholder

Day by day, we grow older
Love is lost, hearts grow colder

So while you still can, you should hold her
Say what you feel, before you wish you'd told her

Don't stash your dreams away, in that folder
As you care less what they think, you'll get bolder

Listen to those, who need a shoulder
Let her live, don't try to mold her

Don't sell your soul, for something golder