I get attracted to these colors like butterflies to do flowers.
These wings, they need to be flapped.
And it tells me not to stick to one color;
my mind says to pick one, but my body can’t be tamed.
It knows no limits, no restrictions.
I surrender myself to the radiance of these colors.
My soul is fluttering,
but I can’t find the congruity between the colors
that’ll give me the contentment I am seeking.
Even if it’s false,
give me hope that my pursuit of achieving the perfect harmony
of the colors would pay off.
That I’ll have the redness of love;
the happiness that comes with yellow;
the sometimes jealously of green;
the serenity and integrity of blue;
and the kindness of pink;
the perfect palette.