Translucent colours whirl around my mind br forming small pictures that I turn into rhyme. br Some can be funny and others sad, br some speak of growing love br and other of love gone bad. br The colours that inhabit me br are the various shades of life br and our future to partake. br Each day new visions visit br to be scribbled down br some raise a smile br and others raise a frown. br I never know what br each new day will bring br only when it happens br does my mind sing. br Some days I’ll act quite crazy br other days quite sane. br Each day I change personalities br just to suit my mood, br so when you meet me br you’ll never know what to expect br because one day I maybe a baby br just pushing the age of three br or I could be an old man br just turned a hundred and three br and then again if you are lucky br I’ll just be me.