Maybe someday black and white won't be enough to hide scars Like separation of light From darkness, Inviting the impulses to feel the warmth to fly high beneath my feets, like Swimming against the tides Pitching flutes rythm On the highest note and dropping the broken brooks In the isle of pearly treasure escaping drops of pain Outside the walls of an unknown city. Maybe someday black and white won't be enough to hide scars Like separation of light From darkness, Inviting the impulses to feel the warmth
