Unpainted colors dilute on my brain
They swell in rivers when it starts to rain
To travel them ,at first, I am afraid
As from my fears, I can't evade
On those rivers, with a faithful heart,
Full of desires, I decide to embark
And I land in a swamp, in a blink of an eye
"My own fear risen dough "- to myself, said I
Helpless, motionless,I remain for a while
Yet, hope can save me from this agonising trial!
Drop by drop, is collecting from a new blessed rain,
Behold me- adventurous, traveling again!
Once again I'm held back, by a strong wind
Breathed by bad mouths, my eyesight is dimmed,
Holding my breath, avoiding such virulent air mass,
I hold my chest strong, I know it for certain that it will pass!
I stay strong and see where it takes me
This river of unpainted colors- 't will save me?
Is it too late for me?- I wonder while I stomp
And I find myself again in the .. swamp.