Some colors are questionable,
why do we keep returning to the same circle?
learning how to breathe inside a bubble,
digging for meaning beneath the rubble,
sometimes I feel I am a stranger.
On the road of becoming a winner,
where some leaves must fall into wonder.
God is the reason to be better,
so I learned.

From purple to the jungle.
I found a miracle.

I cannot meet all the expectations
that they place within their invitations.
No, I do not shape my life for them,
under God’s will, I stand as a servant.