I Am Not Me

The pour of our emotions Reaching the deepness of the sea All our crazy delusion Touching the sky can't you see Might we need to change our ways On how we sketch every star To draw the sun with its lovely ray To outline hope and erase some scar Not all audiences have an eagle eye Some just see the meaning of something On what it seems to be Their mind simply can't fly It was us, or it was them Who've understood not Whatever the artist painted was a gem Whether it's cold or hot Be responsible they've said On every word that you play To your readers, it wed It kissed them with no delay Might be quite true But should we fake our emotions To color each page with whitish yellow instead of grayish blue Just for the crowd satisfaction... 7-25-2016 Mysterious Aries