Wednesday, February 3, 2016


The rain comes in droves here,
When it's cold it covers the world in white,
Like a blank canvas across the world outside,
Ready to be painted by something new,
So give me buckets of yellow and orange,
Because I'm ready to be me,
I'm ready to be new, loud and bright,
Ready to shine this light,
like a lazer beam through the fog,
I'm ready to take the world on.

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