Different
Walking on the street,
Tripping over my feet.
As every other day,
The normality won't stay away.
I turn and look around me,
Black and white is all I see.
Everyone walking the same way,
Keeping individuals at bay.
Nobody dares to be different,
All people are distant.
No color to be found,
Everything sinking to the ground.
So I turn around,
Leaving the background.
To sit there astounded,
Instantly frozen and grounded.
Not following the crowd,
Colour is now allowed.
Everything turns green,
No black to be seen.
I find out who I am,
And get all the information and cram.
It all into my head,
Forgetting all that was said.
This is who I want to be,
And nobody dare stop me.
From making all things pure,
And of all this I am sure.
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