At The Edge

At the edge of the colorful pike of life,

I see I feel I tremble,

those carrying the dark colors of life,

adjusting to a modern world of greed,

take note of its faces.

I fall in their darkness,

were the blues and reds of my soul,

despaired with so many losses,

cosmic and magical loves,

I grasped the outsiders

but their own self was most important

than the colors of your happiness

I felt alive so long ago.

From the edge of this colorful pike of life..

as I fall..

I see you, I miss you,

as the true colors of your love disappear,

cosmic latte I cannot see

only broken little souls with stolen innocence

shouting for salvation.

At the bottom of this colorful pike of life,

grinding back to the edge,

I settled with the deep purples colors of your love,

blues n' reds cinnamon pink I want to live,

fantasy life and expectations

this is a fight not to give up..

I want to see,

the colors of your love again,

your magical you!