Bricolage

When the mood sets in and the time stands still The moonlight shines on all the strangers walking by The ocean lightened up like a sky of glazed firework display One can't dream of despair One can only hope for desolation Of every dishonest action one took Because the beauty of that silent and peaceful evening sky That's painted by the brush of a master yet unknown but great at heart Displays the unmistakable overture of joy and glory One seems to undervalue during one's lifetime Us simply glorified by the buried imagination of human feeling Connected by the unexplained devotion to emotion cnd colors, Oh the colors! That so scary and terrifying at first Seem to turn and twist into the most extricate ideas one possess Where one sees a vision the other side sees distress and dangerous possibilities Degrading the peaceful life one lived before But the view so breathtaking is only to prove treacherous shall twist Where one sees beauty the other side bleeds fate.