i have figured that these strange norm,
that keeps on telling me,
that i have a chance instead of a past.
with this stripes of red,
a little bit of blue perhaps,
and a dark gloomy purple.
what the hell was that?
come again please?
i am waiting for my own light to shine.
dear rain,
please come again another day.
i am just lying here,
under the blanket,
with a hope for the hopes that i would dream of.
- he says.
