Again, the circle without stop, that tortures..
The dark passenger turning our lights off.
Tearing any possibility for change in us, and
destroying like a corrosive acid.
But, not for jail bars to get free,
because, they are imaginary,
even so, they hold us back..
Why cannot we go through..?
A mistery that Mr. Sherlock could resolve for us..
That would be helpful, eh?
All we know is that keeping inside,
makes us just look, not touch, not feel..
Not wet, but not dry even..
Trapped between two worlds,
waiting, expecting, dreaming..
Surrounded by blue,
but staying red..
What is violet? Do you know? I am not sure..
It seems colors are defined separately by themselves..
My red heart in a cage again!