While we are here

While i am here
I hope i can be tender and dear
Intentional and clear
Of who i was,
Probably not in the past life because i know nothing about reincarnations
But precise on the pain as i write it in quotations
About how very little sadness can cloud the soul
With dark and venomous rage
With no intent on why the mind can be altered if it is meant to be your solace.
While i am here
I will tell a tale
On how red and blue birth purple
And blue and yellow make green
Almost like blue iss the colour of the life.
And life in itself is nothing new but just an hourglass waiting to run out.
While i am here,
I will be me,
Kinder,
Less vengeful
More isolated while basking in meaning.
Because like the prodigal son, i was lost
But found my way home

Hypermind