The noisy silence
And colorful blindness
Rays of success, seen from a distance
Yet never anything more or less
The still movement
Different, but are all the same
Seldom received, but always sent
Never done wrong, but always left to blame
The uncried tears
And frowning smiles
Brave fears
The adult in a child
Tired but ready to go
Different shades, all seen as one
The fastest one to go so slow
Done, but only just begun...