I had a crayon box Filled with many shades In the picture I drew was only drops Of scattered hue Only if I could draw Something as just poignant As I see in these eyes Having more shades than the crayon box Saw the ambient soul Sitting on the rock gazing into the null void Of the floating world Unbothered detached Singing the song filled with delusions more beautiful than they really are Of this melodious one Soothing my worrying I had the colour box in the palm, suddenly I wonder why this music made the colours calm, flawlessness was so untrue.