Painting You

Dancers swing off buildings,

hanging by a thin red string.

People skydiving,

 then flying over everything.

 I was busy painting a fantasy.

Maybe I should start building up reality.

Red like the thoughts in my head,

white like my ending light,

blue but I’ll live my life true,

It's all a part of painting you.

Play pretend and build a house,

a place to get away.

Maybe I can step out

and build something beautiful today.

I am a story still living in a land of pretend.

Today I'm picking up my pen

and writing my story's end.

 Red like the thoughts in my head,

white like my ending light,

blue but I’ll live my life true,

It's all a part of painting you.

Now I'm driving on a long road,

writing a story that maybe someday will be told.

Tied to a string and ready to fall,

I may die but if I don't jump I never lived at all.

Red like the thoughts in my head,

white like my ending light,

blue but I’ll live my life true,

It's all a part of painting you.
 

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