Where Ever You Are

I tell you sometimes life leaves you lost in a sea of cultures,

So much that a single instance of your impact could be summarized inside one photograph.

Tons and tons of people wander our world everyday,

And the next they disappear from the spotlight, and concede completely covered with gray

These colors have lost their meaning,

because the palette’s stained itself,

everyone tried sticking out boldly, rejecting any desperate stroke of wealth,

only fools protrude grossly from our composition, who knows why violent colors engulf what innocent space we began as. . .

I guess our piece hasn’t died off just yet,

Calm our hue, so our final result we won’t regret.