My rainbow had color
And my life a chance;
I never questioned the leap.
I ignored the word NO-
And fought for yes-
Never missing a beat.
But then came thought-
And double questions;
Leading me to this place.
My dreams are lost-
And the colors grey;
I’ve even lost my taste.
Where did I go-
And what did I do?
To end up where I am.
Can I change the steps-
And bring back the color;
For the courage to say I can?
I found the hell-
My dreams all went
And it had the name of FEAR.
And in perfect prose-
The pit awoke…
Saying great ideas died here.
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