Almost Psychedelic
It's almost like clockwork,almost second nature
It's alive to me
Yet there's no name for It.
It's like the air I breathe-
It is the air I breathe.
Its the pleasure of pain,
The joy in sorrow
Call it what you may.
It might be love
I like to think otherwise
I think it's the thoughts of those around me
In awesome motley of colours-
It defines everything I see.
It's funny...
I'm beginning to think
It might be...me
Copyright © Akyere Graham | Year Posted 2011
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