I can close my eyes to the things I do not want to see, but I cannot close my heart to a feeling traced in my artery

The tears I cry are sacred as the rain drops that feed the earth

How do you define when the time is right when every second seems vital?

Life is my fantasy
I look once then peer again and everything seems like a mirage

On the outside life is black and white
On the inside there is a rainbow of colors and beats of rhythmic sound and harmony

I envy one's life and think they are lucky to have accomplished fortune and fame
but I never take a chance to look within and see the rainbow of colors and rhythmic sounds and harmony

The outside may seem appeasing but the inside is unorthodox and lunatic

I can only close my eyes so long
Feel what I want
See what I believe

The truth never lies and I become a coward to the world
Blind to the rainbow of colors and rhythmic sounds and harmony