See those bright colors,
Way up over there.
I see them everywhere,
I can't get away.
I start to go home,
I see them when I get there.
I start to go to school,
And I feel they're right behind me.
But I don't want to turn around,
I don't wnat them to know.
I probably sound weird right now,
But why hide what's true?
I know I'm weird, I'm sorry to say.
But it keeps people going,
With excitement or fear.
There they are again.
Those bright colors I see,
Way up over there.
Right behind me,
Or already there.
(April 23,2007)
kels thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-to-go/
