Technicolor Me

I feel like standing in the crowd, I see people passing by

I wish them to stop and stay with me for a moment

But they don’t know me; I am just a stranger,

Who is with them just for a while

I look around and smile

Color my part of the world purple and bright

They turn around; feel happy, amused and satisfied

I pass them the bubble; little hope, though fragile

Now they move again to some place, they think they belong to

Their bubble busts right behind them, all is left is just dew

I look towards the sky as it start pouring wet drops on dry

And I wave them happily, as they pass by

(I miss you, I truly do!)