Reflecting YellowI dreamed of fields.I dreamed of a warm candle's soft light glow.Safe. Sound.A golden sunset. A golden dawn.A golden dusk. ReflectMy dreams are sliced with your harsh, hard glare.Yellow lightning to my drowning reality.Yellow lightning to my shadowed darkness.Leading. Deceiving. Guiding. Electrifying.Black out.
SunglassSometimes the future is bright,and it burns.
IceWhen the glacier slides, I'm the one. . . lost. Wondering where the right path is, with doubt biting. Frozen memories, icy distances. When the world grows colder, I'm the one. . . cracked. Standing on my own, with the past craving for me. Stolen, missing. When the snow falls, I'm the one. . . drifting. Trying my best, to make sense of it all. Wandering, wondering.When the hail storms, I'm the one. . . walking. Holding my guard, locking my heart. Smiling, pretending.
Six Word: DriftA ship, drifting onmy dreams.
Green FrequencyLife . . Bounces . . .. . . . . . . Up . . . and . . . .