From yellow to blue,
And everywhere in between,
Who knows what tomorrow holds,
Because I've been so bipolar,
I can't find my heart again,
But melodies are filling in the cracks,
Notes are like cannons bursting through the quiet,
I've been stuck questioning,
To be content or impatient.
Hearing whispers of the future,
Is a dream I've been pleasantly haunted by,
I may be ruining the surprise,
I just want to know if I'm chasing the wind,
I've been walking home to a ghost,
And then waking up to the sunrise,
Even though it's just a thought,
I have more incentive to hope than before,
Slowly transparent images will become concrete,
I'll try as hard as I can to make this dream reality
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