Blind Gut

I tried to do the normal thing,

get a job to pay the bills;

but the job I got, was not mine own,

I was stuck in my ordeals.

My life felt colourless,

in the loop of black and white;

every door shut in on me,

with no escape in mine sight.

Then came a new year,

a blank canvas, as blank can be;

As cliché as it might sound,

I said, "New year? New me!".

I looked down at my palette,

for years ago I left it untouched;

started mixing all the colours,

just following my blind gut.

So here we are, at the beginning,

of the road less travelled by;

I don't think I'll regret it,

for my gift spake, not I.

Let's paint the roses blue,

and the skies a shade of teal;

we have but one life,

lets live it how we feel.