Imagine a world that's all neat and tidy and has no color or wandering it
Where We are all puppets on a string doing what our Masters please
We do not feel we are nothing but Hollow shells
but that until one of us breaks free and chooses to defy the ones who Hold Us Down and paints the world with a Magic Brush now we're all free doing as we please and now there's Beauty everywhere
And we are whole once more living in this colorful world. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale