The Transformation
Sparkling fireworks inside his head,
Disregarding love, inviting anger instead;
Won't he get weary of so much pain,
Taking it out on the world is insane.
Transform slowly and surely mature,
He'll find light in the night, I'm almost sure
Finding his place where time reverses
Musing the worlds small petty curses;
Can't be realistic with a good attitude,
Can't be alone without pure solitude
A world without color, just black & white,
How can he stand such a horrible sight?
Some day he'll notice the small things in life
And transform greatly without hate or strife.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012
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