/Sometimes its yellow,
Sometimes its purple,
Sometimes its pink,
sometimes its orange
and today its clear blue.

I'm not going away with the wind,
I'm going along with it.
Seeing the clouds,the blue sky and the sun,
And you know its here where you'd want to be
Right here,
Where there's the black,
white and sometimes grey./

XoXo
Mad
My Little world was left open
to let this intruder come in.