I would start by accepting life's tasks
Each moment was symbolic, from each individual a lesson learnt
To grow was my main concern
Words are kinder when confronted by my soul
rather than by those spread to turn the warm pole
Over with thoughts provided by others 'perfect vision'
Better than that, as black has no place in my life
Materialism is where that color survives
The clouds are my aim, for right up above them
lies the shining light of the sky
