A feather dances
From ancient winds from the past
And mountains will stand

We are but in a fun house,
Paralleled and mirrored in time
With our fingers pressed against the glass,
We cautiously pace through the clicking rhymes
Our own reflections confuse us,
Disguising our true way
But if our only way out was through our words,
I'd still struggle to find what to say

We clip a bird's wings so it won't fly away,
A sin we commit because we care
But if people were like parrots and we clipped the wings of our lovers,
Then can we agree that love was never there?

Her eyes were brown,
Even black, sometimes
But she envied blue eyes the most
She imagined her face with eyes like the sky, eyes like shiny blue bowls
But the more she wished her brown eyes away,
The more she longed for her soul

For so long, she believed that no one could love the magic of her glassy, dark eyes
But as time went on, she began to sing her own brown-eye lullaby

Her eyes were warmer than the bluest summer sky,
They'd twinkle brighter than any star,
Melting you into a chocolatey fountain
And while her eyes would never share the color of the sea
Her eyes mirrored a thousand mountains

I want to be a lily pad,
Floating so gracefully
I want to be a lily pad,
Where the water can comfort me
I'd see the reflections
Of everything that surrounds me,
Mountains on the water,
The willows and groves,
But the only reflection I'd dare to miss is my own
While my roots linger down, underneath the water's edge
My heart will bloom flowers from every single breath
The colorful koi will appreciate my beauty and grace
And still, I have never seen my own face

Words are brushstrokes,
And our thoughts become paintings,
Yet people walk this earth,
Arrogantly complaining