Full of colors

Black and white

I stroll around

Feeling sad and tight

Running without a sound

Chasing the bright light

Forcing my feet to reach the ground

Heartbroken and lonely I feel

Tired of spinning life’s mediocre wheel

I am fake, love is real

You’re real but made of steel

I am running, tears are falling

I am sprinting, bridges are collapsing

I wish to fly, I wish to leave

This is way too toxic, I can’t breathe

Run…run… run… my feet are old

They’re too exhausted for the road made of gold

Black and white is all I can see

Everything is plain and complex to me

I’m running, thinking where do I have to reach for,

to step into life’s true beauty, full of colors?

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