• if life were color and watching eyes it would leave me feelings of no surprise, to dance and sing in everything is a dream worth living in, in colorful drops of silent rain and water spots of the bluest vain and fridged air and golden hair oh splendid eyes that capture me and take me there so hastily and let it be beyond the grave that I would rave and rant to sing again once more onto the epic spore that captured life forevermore.