Anima

What color is the color of the soul
I'd rather just stay as I am
Not strong enough to take off enough to throw away
Look, I'm not strong
I wonder where I should go again
What is right or wrong
I don't know but

Only things without form
Are becoming important
(Found them truly)
Only unadorned words
Are strongly connected

Stumbling and falling again
But still not broken
What color is the color of the soul
Just getting hurt and enduring
But still wanting to find
I'm checking the shape of the soul forever

Alone in the depths
Searching for doors and keys
Fairy tales, look
Disappear like bubbles
Only the stone statue
To the next page

The growing buds bloom and wither
Each going their own way