Not a care in the world
You sway like palm trees, ever so gently
Your feet glide upon the earth like a kiss from the wind
You walk poised and confidently
None is the wiser that your insides are array
You walk calmly yet full of power like a wave
Your mind is full of paint
Each color waiting to connect with other ones, just waiting to be discovered, dissected, and used
Your mind is never a blank canvas, because colors illuminate it
Not a soul can see the colors
It’s like a painting just for you
Perhaps one day you will find another with colors like the Northern lights in their head
For now, you will have to suffice with simply sharing your colors through a brush.