I once thought life was like paper
If there is ink the paper will wallow if it is not sturdy
but when you walk out with a better mind
as I believe I have in me now,
I start to realize
that I can see life as a glass of water, filled
once there is ink it disperses itself
and like a child my eyes widen at the view
the thing is
I'm looking at the glass, and I see it is beautiful.
So now, I enjoy spending my time thinking outside the box
I am in my own universe and I can change the color of the ink
could it be yellow? is it orange today?
maybe a light shade of blue.