What Color is Time? I have known in my life, yet never seen before, sometimes passing by the open door. I’ll never walk again to the ends of the world. I’ll only think about the lore. Sanity. Grateful. Aspirations. Truth. Clarity. Beauty. Colors. Questions. Anxiety. Desperation. The lonliness of men, face in his tears, curse to hide their dreaded fears. Becoming one, a new, a start, never strived to see this... in part. As I sit here, surrounded by unknown, Faces flashing throughout my dreaming eyes. Night is awake with a new dawn. Don’t know where I’ll go, yet know who I’ll see, I stare into the mirror, but where is me? So across the desert sands, seek to find far off lands. Life. Tendencies. Fear. Nostalgia. Sound. Darknes. Pain. Take Me! Take Me! I’ve given away, Leave him be, if he may. Trees move in half-glistening colors, speaking sonnets to the rocks beneath their feet. Or take by chance, remind his own, Lie beside as he sleeps alone. To your soul, I’ll hold the key. Until that time, your soul holds me. Calm. Danger. People. Answers. Fate. Once we go, again we stop. Diverse yourself, like the spinning top. One thing goes, another persues. If you walk away, my heart you’ll lose. Lean on me, I’ll drown your fear. What color is the night? Many answers, yet colorful to the imagination. Night pays no attention to day, rarely seeing it, and then only briefly. Chained in brackets, lonely to say, I don’t know what is in the way. Though at these times when night meets day, it occurs the most beautiful time of life. My mind explodes with endless pain, lost in the wind, a horses mane. Shakled up, one lone tear, my body’s still, but my mind’s not here. Steal the shirt off my back, for you need it more than I. For with this shirt you can hide your back, yet still fill the void which I have left empty, wearing only my shirt, my pride, and my hope.