What beholds you?
Shrouded in slow action.
Covered in moss.
Lethargic up ’til…a turning point.
Colors of eyes that cross.
A decadent decision to turn blue to black.
Red to shattering yellow.
Burning house orange to impassioned green.
Soon, you are no longer a riddle.
You are an action which will evaporate within a family of callous scenes.