Life In Colored Phases

Life is a phase Full of energy like my son's crayon It open up in pages Flipping through in no rhythm of colors Our dreams are often in cage Strings and tunes are in block colors Yesterday paces up in phases With a lot of good memory in black Today is like a snail with no pace Hoping that this present peace will still be white Tomorrow soars to the heaven in a chase Life is then fine-tuned to a shade of colors Just like a detective writer Hadley Chase With a dance of colorless tune in sight We have made for our generations a good case Our dream is a like green with no fertility Sometimes like rotten food, it get decayed Yet we smile with our faces red in anger Holding the future rainbow with the mace Alayande Stephen T. 9.28pm 06/10/2016