You built my wings out of stained glass
The sun shined the brightest that summer
So I got set to soar and shower the world in color
But as I took off, my wings felt weak
you clipped them in mid air and stole them right from me.

So I fell
colors spiraled now
out of control,
reds and oranges swirled down
yellows crashed,
greens collapsed.
I landed in the sea
the deepest shade of blue.
I continued to sink in the sea
to violet sands,
purple tundras swallowed me
without my wings
on my body.

Why did you do that?
Build me a way out
and take it away?
Create an escape
just for play?