Whenever I listen to my heart
The trembling music starts
My sky was supposed to be yellow
Slowly turning dark and hollow
My sky had shades of blues
With hues of green
Pure and clean
Filled with thousands of stars
Just like my numerous aspirations
I was told to choose my favorite star
But who will tell them
I am in love with the solar
Shades of green
With hues of blue
And tint of pink
Sparkled with golden dust
Make my heart ponder
And brain wonder
Ughh but
This constant interrogation
Again and again
A choice between white and black
Who's gonna tell them I'm abstract
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