The inner wall of my eyelids is painted with colors
That ooze a story of a people
Freed from the shackles of greed
Dressed in linens of mirrors
So they see they when they see I

Where hands are locked
The past is lost
And the future is built today

The people dance around triumphs
And shed tears not from the taps of sorrow
But to quench the cracks of death

Only the colors of the rainbows are recognized
Then sacrifice and compromise
Mate and birth an aura of kindness

Sanity and Insanity are killed
And Individuality comes to be
Where the me and the you are different shades in a kaleidoscope of brilliance

Reality knocks
Sight released

© adelle o. (her blog)