magenta

forever split in two
one red, one blue
a thirst for adventure
and a thirst for peace
craving for routine and
lust for the unknown bliss
ripping me apart and
tearing me at seams


there's always something amiss


bringing them together
or further apart
- in the constant flux
everything's a new start
there's always a missing piece
always one more part
and whatever happens
i can't let it depart


everything's locked tight
in this little coffer
i call a heart, a home
for all that makes me suffer;
the scales never balanced
by a counteroffer
from the outside world, no,
i'm my own buffer


will i change once
i learn how to convey
my intentions to the world
outside of this fray?
i'm still learning how to talk
doodling on the walls with chalk
feeling only dismay


but i won't let it end here
because i'm not done yet
this is just the beginning, don't you fret
don't i fret


i'll be like air
everywhere
and nowhere at once
whatever happens, i'll bounce
right back, wiser than before
because i'll learn more
and more
and more...


and someday, when it all comes to a close
when it all slows
down
i'll wear a crown
dyed in pure magenta
the color i could never see
but i could feel
was real