Do you hear it?
It's the smell of colors,
The sight of sound,
The taste of light,
The warmth of the voices.
I follow them
They take me to my future
and make me forget my past.
They
Make
Me
Forget
My
Past.
Some might call me insane,
For following my heart,
But I swear that I hear them,
(Especially when I'm alone).
One day I listened,
and followed my soul.
What would it let me do tonight?
What does the future hold for me?
Where will I be when the skies are bright?
What mental state counts as "alright"?
The smell of colors,
The sight of sound,
The taste of light,
The warmth of voices.
Don't tell me your deaf and blind,
to what's obviously there,
maybe you too can adhere to these,
if you might dare to care.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
Do you hear it?
It's the smell of colors,
The sight of sound,
The taste of light,
The warmth of the voices.
I follow them
They take me to my future
and make me forget my past.
They
Make
Me
Forget
My
Past.
Some might call me insane,
For following my heart,
But I swear that I hear them,
(Especially when I'm alone).
One day I listened,
and followed my soul.
What would it let me do tonight?
What does the future hold for me?
Where will I be when the skies are bright?
What mental state counts as "alright"?
The smell of colors,
The sight of sound,
The taste of light,
The warmth of voices.
Don't tell me your deaf and blind,
to what's obviously there,
maybe you too can adhere to these,
if you might dare to care.
