We are all pictures in a frame,
Not completely free.
But that does not mean we will always be the same.
Not everything comes back in style.
We slowly, as patiently as we, can wait till the fateful day.
When we can come out from under the darkness.
When we will all be swept away.
Until the day we all wait in the darkness.
Until our true colors come off from the wall.
But as for me I see everything that I could have been.
Nothing turned out the way I had hoped.
Nothing was as seemed.
We finally saw when we truly didn't fit the frame. It's like nothing we have ever dreamed.
