He really wasn't what everyone thought he was.
They all thought he was incapable of emotion.
He killed time because time had hurt him so.
The truth was, he had too many emotions to handle,
For he was always haunted by the mistakes of his past.
He got so involved in something that gave nothing in return.
And in the end he got left in the dust for something better.
Now, at night, he lays with his face on the cold hard rock,
And he listens.
His body seems to be speaking in colours.
The blue, black and white wisper to him to him.
They tell him it's time to move on,
It's time to find something to be really passionate about.
It had to be time to discover who he was inside.
He still has questions:
Will he be hurt agian? Is he ready? Is he prepared?
Even after all that had happened,
He feels trust.
He trusts himself as he walks towards the rising sun.
Trying once more to prove who he was, who he is,
And who he is about to become.