See those bright colors, <br />Way up over there. <br />I see them everywhere, <br />I can't get away. <br />I start to go home, <br />I see them when I get there. <br />I start to go to school, <br />And I feel they're right behind me. <br />But I don't want to turn around, <br />I don't wnat them to know. <br />I probably sound weird right now, <br />But why hide what's true? <br />I know I'm weird, I'm sorry to say. <br />But it keeps people going, <br />With excitement or fear. <br />There they are again. <br />Those bright colors I see, <br />Way up over there. <br />Right behind me, <br />Or already there. <br /> <br />(April 23,2007)<br /><br />kels thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-to-go/
