And in this light.
We shine like one for there is the color, the ping of transformation.
Say no, we shall not.
For this is the way we have always been.
Decorated with horror and sorrow. Love and more.
There is nothing to adore.
Be with it always forever and then out the door.
Follow it down the street, cobbled together the stones old now new.
They shine in the light with the colors new.
Define not the senses you dare.
Because it is not there.
We are aware.