Lost in the paradise of reveries
Living in the moments I choose
Sometimes laughing in revelries
Sometimes suffering in blues
I get the canvas and colors
And all the world's freedom
Still I pick such different shades
What could be the reason
The celebrations let me indulge
The relationships make me smile
The glooms make me feel grateful
The blooms make it all seem worthwhile
On the screens of pink or purple
I feel joy in what I endure
Because In the clutter and chaos of the world
I manage to find something pure
On a sunny Sunday afternoon in Burlingame, CA
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