I feel the need
To repaint my face
In all the beautiful colors
I’ve forgotten about
To mask the ugly
That has rubbed off
On me
Living in the reality
That I’ve lived
Sometimes I sit and think
Of all that I might have
Been or will be
In the now and then
Remembering my childhood
The paths I chose after
And the effect
I decide to let go
While holding on
To the possibilities
Of the impossible
Knowing that free will
Brought me here
And will bring me elsewhere
The world as we know it
Was built on crazy ideas
And impossible possibilities
And in my painted face
Now different
And changing every second
I think of the world
How the crazy ideas
Shaped me in some way
Shaped all of us
Then I start to recognize
All of the forgotten colors
So beautiful and true
And it makes me forget
The ugliness
And remember
My life isn’t for anyone
But me
