I see a wall of colors bright.
There is a strength, some unkown light.
Seasons change blue to gray,
Time passes by as children play,
Memories past forgotten at last,
By the eve of the first school day.
I see the wall but cannot feel,
I see the wall but it is unreal,
Fun we think, forever lost,
Fun we think, but at whose cost,
To look upon with no insight,
that glow becomes a little less bright.
At times we look, but do not see,
What it takes to do …
then to be.