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I'm troubled by the lack of colors inside the seams that create my dreams|

And sound in the noise which create my screams|

A dead weight in the liveliness of my stride|

Outer-limits enclosed the clairvoyance of my wondering eyes|

Shades in illumination|

Inner-beauty shackled in the enclosure of the inner mind|

Into the open voices of an echoing path|

Muddy dirt in puddles washed into mountains|

Creating sweet fresh streams to bring life to a lifeless scene|

A lonely road we must walk upon to reach the depth of the surface we were first brought on|

And a gray scenic route exposed a rainbow inside a dormant cave|

Glowing below a wind that sets the sea to waves|

And waves exposed the deepest earth to the outer light it escaped for so long|