Life is music,
With so many styles and personalities...

Most days I am brilliant purple,
Dwelling within myself...

The visions haunt
And taunt my brain...

An idle list
Of thoughts reflected...

A momentary
Gleam of Light...

I wait for you
To enter once more...

A droning voice
Inside my ear...

Media and common sense
An influence far too immense...

Their hearts are black,
It clouds their minds...

All tears are drained
From my fearful face...

The flakes fall down
Around outside...

How awesome are you Lord
That you could create me...