There is a secret hidden deep,
Almost tangible, just out of reach-
My mind, always lost, always aching to remember.
Always mourning things forgotten,
Always bending over backwards to reach an understanding that yours does in a snap.
Oh, but that mind judges too quickly,
Reacts too harshly;
Never looks up to the sky to consider each and every hue.
I close my wild eyes and see the colors,
While all you see is blue.
Regardless of this circus,
I would never trade it to be you.