Speak in Colors

Wheels scraping by the stillness

Ripping through what it could never be

There's no eventually

Existentially removing dreams

Caught leaking out through the seams

There's holes in what you see

It's seems to be, the reason I'm amiss is

I can't look without flying through the street

It's so easy to complete the puzzle, run another

Waiting for the right color to speak

Vacant from the silent plain

Is every storm that's never rained

They scream 'Don't you believe?'

Chalking up the latest theme

The mark reminds of color schemes

There's none that you can read

It's seems to be, the reason I'm amiss is

I can't look without flying through the street

It's so easy to complete the puzzle, run another

Waiting for the right color to speak