Everything is bleak and lifeless, Grey and muddy, All wrap up into one. As my eyes forgot the existence of colour, Suddenly you appear, Flip the senses in me, As how colourful the things should be. . . Bright screen, 4 unread tabs, There he was sitting there. Room for 5, but 3 souls fill the space. I mean the only thing that matters is your blood, sweat and tears, But for this 3 souls, hear me out, this is how it flows... . . Red, green, violet, The veins on her hand. Every five word she sentenced, She took a deep breath. Click clack, Her fingers running down the keyboard, But hold on, You say no one see her, But i swear she was there, Sitting on her black chair, With her back arch forward, The screen was on, Click clack on the keyboard doesn't lie though. . . Let me tell you about this next soul, Imagine you board an airplane, With no pilot, Well that's how she tip-toes in this world, Carefree in the highest order. Floating like a paper blew by the wind. But she needs to know, In a world where everyone carry their own backpacks, You can't simply let them carry yours, Just so you can stay afloat. . . Big pants, big shirts dressed like a birdy clown, Yet at that time he cant see what 'he' supposed to mean, Remember that carefree souls? Everytime he looks to her for an answer, She frowning and said " i am not the one you're looking for". The woman with her veins shot red, green, violet? Well her blood, sweat and tears had all dried up! How he can launch like a rocket, If the launcher was not there? . . Then the time comes, 10 years after her last drip of blood, sweat and tears, She decides to walk out the door, That birdy clown boy? Everything looks gray to him, And then you open the door and came in, Gray bounded to be coloured....