I am a blank page. Today the sky is filled with color, bringing a vibrance and tranquility to the landscape. For the moment, my mind is clear.nnnMemories help us understand timenand help us to come to terms with what's been placed inside.nInside every one of our minds a small child hidesnlife is not a perfect gamennYou will know me by my given namenBut you will never know all the lives that I've lednAnd you may never see me for the grain of sand I amnLife is not a perfect gamennFault isn't the emerald skynIt is the ivory lie told through our eyesnwhen there's no other way out, there is another way outnyour feet are the ground, one field of whitennCrimson solitude lends yellow wavesnPatches of what was green now is whitenAnd what was future now is hindsightnBrick and turquoise, dancing violet strandsnBluish topaz acquiescent nerves bleed magentannamong other things gossip betrays confidencenso avoid the ones with the quick tonguesnthose who talk away, way too muchnpour one out for those who've been blessed with the gift of silence and the grace to use itnnelectro magnetics would have us to believe vision is deadnso open your ears and listen, the colors will come in,nthey will rush in your childish eyesnnwe are the speed of lightnand we ride frequencies like the windnnand as we stop to rest on a wavelengthnor up against an old oak treenwe are a leather bound story,nand the book is the only thing keeping us alivenwe are the speed of lightnnjust waitn