I see myself full with colours,
the colours change,
trough the days,
and nights,
as do I,
the surrounding stays the same,
the same trees,
rocks,
and people,
the same people,
really..?
they look the same,
but they haved changed,
Still,
it is dark where ever I am,
that did not change,
I do not have hope it ever will,
I ask myself,
Who is my light bulb in al this darkness,
I wanna say you,
but,
your not here,
I feel trapped..