Will you fail your cloudy sky,
And come with me to the creek?
And if I forego a thousand tricks,
Will you be as kind as to speak?
Black and white and grey have been
A disciplined life of dull,
The colours of the sounds you make,
Strike the null in my deep lull.
In thousand crimes of over-rhymes
I here proclaim my pride.
If I call you, “Let’s go back home!“,
Will you also fail the tide?
(guess for who?)