I am a believer
and an optimist too
My sight is full of colors
and vision vibrates with pleasure
Yet the mood remains;
the darkest shade of blue
I turn the pages
of the musty book of memories
Dead butterflies flutter away,
rainbows riding the sun beams
I remember everything;
the trust and not the treacheries
I push open
the window of the past
I bask in the warmth of love;
secure in the womb of childhood
I recall everything;
the first and not the last
I am a believer
and an optimist too
The glass always seems
half filled to me
Each episode of darkness
sighs with the promise of light
Yet the shadow lingers;
the shadow that I always drew
I am a believer
and an optimist too
I caress dead birds in my old hands
and see them flying away
I see them vanish over the horizon;
warm life beating in their tiny hearts
Yet the pain persists;
the pain that I always knew
I am a believer
and an optimist too
I travel new paths;
of the forbidden forests
The spirit of adventure;
excites me and intrigues me
Yet the guilt lives on;
the guilt, both old and new
I am a skeptic
and a pessimist too
As dreams are just the figments
of my tired imagination
And optimism, just a seductive prelude
to bitter reality and chaos
Yet the hope survives;
the hope for rain and sparkling dew
I am a skeptic
and a pessimist too
As colors fade quickly;
and pleasures dissolve away
The wings of dead butterflies;
never flutter with new life
Yet the joy lives on;
the joy I find in the vibrant hues
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