Yes, the colours of the rainbows
Yes, the tones of love
Yes, the care in those eyes
If only to follow
To follow without thought
To follow without hope
Taking on board not one thing
Yet overwhelmed by the beauty
Confounded by oneself
Without reason
A life otherwise dictated
Caught in a vague recollection
Of once before
Being subject
To a seasonal fallout
A harsh sentence
No more to it than that
So, as Chumbawamba sang:
I get knocked down
But I get up again
I can see
I can breathe
I can move
I can rest
I can do anything I want
Well, almost
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