Unlike any other,
I can not settle with any color,
I can not choose one passion over the other
I think that they complement one another.
My mind will mend;
Pouring out all the colors to begin
To mix all inspirations into a powerful blend,
Utilizing this knowledge into a world to transcend
From the darkness, and bitter, and blandness of days,
Grueling from labor while relentless beasts graze.
Into one mixture,
a bubble from soap,
Popping, and splattering,