Let me paint it my way, Mom
If you could come and peep into my world
You would have seen
They all have the silence that
and the noise that
And my birds and my butterflies do always
In a vibrant haze.
Do you know that the meadows and the mountains
there have smells and colours?
And the caterpillar and also that groovy monkey
would wait to talk to me every day?
One day I will hold your hand and bring you
to my shadow world of magic and music.
Both of us, then, will paint our world
exactly the way we would want to;
perfectly the way we would love to.
without the frowns and