Those stark naked eyes
emitting psychedelic colours,
The smoke from the factories,
travelling to far off lands.
The fields, vast and lush.
Your countenance
was a palette of colours.
The paths you see in front of you,
I have travelled, My friend!
Hold onto your dear life,
For you are shrewd but the roads
are bitter and unfavourable.
Do not stare at me!
Gaze at the stars,
make them your own.
Rip them off,
the stocking cling to your soul.
The freckles grow with you,
do not hide them.
Be wise,
stare back at that blank slate.
Fill them with the colours you emit.


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