oh, how my lights dim
when you come in the presence of us!
you shine upon us, shine on brightly
thoroughly covering
all spaces of the corridors in which you gallop.
must it be this way,
that I cannot see you anymore?
oh it must be selfish,
but i've come to a conclusion it's not
for to see you is to put me into a shadow.
you must be so vain, to be that perfect
somehow i have not seen that in you.
how aesthetically pleasing it is
for you to compliment all of my colors
cold, warm, blue, or red
you must distinguish their tone
and set them free
me free.
