Painful and tired crawling in mud;

Weeping and seeking heavenly bud.

Nothing is near, cannot see far.

Colors are dying, dying in tar.

 Where am I going? Into a hole!

Losing my body, losing my soul!

Nothing is certain except the light;

Sunrise and sunset full of delight.

What else is here? Except the pain!

Is this a prison with no wall and chain?

How can I escape? Going away;

into the rainbow, bashful and gay.

Don’t cry baby, don’t cry baby

Crying won’t do it. Dying maybe….

Haloo

2/2015