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Dreams were rolling in the palm of my hand
Like marbles, glassy-eyed and pretty
Staring openly at my emptiness; they knew
Before I could breathe, before the first baby cried
What would happen. Fate, it seems, kicks,
Straight to the soul. I close my eyes
And feel my heart beating within, calming rhythm.
It takes my fear and sends it sailing into the sky,
Like an angel, halo burning, red fire reflection
Bouncing into my throat. Silence. I’m scared.
Don’t break the string that joins me to reality.
I can see it in your eyes that you’re scared too,
Scared of black and white, of monotone, of shame,
Of the walls closing in, suffocating us, pain
Our every thought gone. Just let us be free!
The world is technicolour, outside this box
Just let us have one bit of it? Please?