I Dust Off My Gray Sandals and Leave

My life is tan, my life is gray I dust off my sandals and leave today I kick my feet and flap my wings shoving off with my might. Seeking something refreshingly new is my God-given right. I see some orange in the distance, so I kick my feet. Yellow and pink appear, I hear a cardinal tweet. My new color is red, and the cool air is fresh and fine. I am a prospector looking for a gold mine. I am flying flat out now, toward the twilight sun. Thinking of all the things that will happen, most of them fun. The world is full of strangers who could be solid delight. I think of them fondly, as I lean toward them with light. My life has been tan, my days have been a dull gray. I am so glad that I decided to start this journey today. I kick my feet and flap my wings shoving off with my might. Seeking something refreshingly new is my God-given right.