If you've read any of my texts,
You'd know that I'm obsessed
With those crayons of nature,
Also known as spectrum colors.


My life continues to unravel in each spec,
I've been in the Grey longer than you'd expect,
I was confused, uncertain and hesitant,
I was neither the black nor the white end.

I've also met the Blue and I sank to my knees,
With black circles and my forehead creased,
Eyes leaked, breaths suffocated and silence killed,
Dark nights trapped you against your will.

But I can't deny that I've seen the Yellow,
Curved lips, high on laughter that you can't swallow,
Bright days mingled with good friends and health,
I'd be ungrateful if I said I wanted anything else.

But I've always had my eyes set on that one color,
It's the last one and for me it is like no other,
It's the color of dreams, the pleasure of my head,
It's the very beautiful purple also known as violet.

And as you look closer, the journey is complete,
You meet all those specs with every step of your feet,
The grey, the Blue, the Yellow, those are the waves,
That carry your boat to the Purple dreams that you crave.