the color of the wind never change
for it is none
it can never be defined, painted nor drawn
for it is none
it could never be stolen nor broken
nor could it be lied upon
for it never existed, it was never there
like illusions and fake loves
the color of the wind even if you chase it
you'll never have it
you'll never hold it in your palms or in your heart
you'll never be satisfied for it is a dish
that can't be cooked nor can be baked
the color of the wind is just like that
for it only existed in your imagination
and in your mind
the color of the wind is like a dream
that you've longed to have
but like the trillion stars that adorned the evening sky
it is impossible to catch
not unless the divine will get you there
the color of the wind you will never see
but if God stands by your side
the color of the wind will suddenly
appear in front of your eyes...
"always take the high road"
the ride might be bumpy and hard
filled with unpaved cement
gravel and sand
the stairs might be steep to climb
slippery, wobbly with unsettled
wood grains, undone
the path must be imperfect
with lots of thorny plants
that wounds your hands
but the high road leads to heaven
unending happiness without tears
without problems without pouts
what would you choose
except to suffer and just to bear it
for it's the way to smiles
after all the tears had been shed
after all the pains
had subsided and left
here you are with an enlightened heart
ready to rejoice and to celebrate
for you've won all the challenges
and the battles, the curve balls thrown at your life....
