Let's define ourselves through color

Let's define ourselves through color

vibrant, trasient nothing

neon Gods

and truth masked by smiling faces

everflowing streams

and constant, waking dreams

that seem to pass

like a shrugged  off impulse

children play, dwell on the infinite

while we shrink our lives

before us as we grow

just another shaking, dying tree

with the wind's final push

throwing the last leaf to the ground

in a slow, cinematic flight

while the building shakes it's fist

at the passing brown tree 

as it sings it's final song

against the reflection of the glass.

The End

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