The big bang roots

A treat to me,

Lonesome I savour my fan of hues,

Due to high demand and requirements;

Shortness in stock of my own pale skin is eating away the fibres and saturates of bright colours in my pupils,

Sphinx's riddle of course - a timeline,

Never the less, does more make less of the Division lines between the rainbow ribbons Stored away and ridden with traps behind our skulls?

Creating variety above the limits must shake the structure and blend in all the shades,

High in demand we mix in more essentials, further blurring the lines,

Succumbing to the candy floss fantasies.

Asking questions of colourful nature.

Red and blue stick out in the mind,

Not opposites yet we favour them as such, while gold and silver favourites the above. Green unifies the lands surrounded by oceans as the golden rays provide warmth and comfort alongside disaster.

The saxe blue moon, creates flow within Hydration,

Rejuvenating the lands and all our minds.

Blue floods, just like the light from these screens to our eyes.

The most delicious and succulent of the Fruit resides within, while i fan away my sweat from the search for its Roots,

Oh we burn in the anxiety of todays life.

We kill Ourselves for the chance to bring Something back.

While our History books should be enough. While our genes so far have made all of us Survive.

While these ribbons in our brains, if set Free would Catch a glimpse of the sun and perhaps create Bowties all around our lives.

We have all the vibrant pieces in our Hearts, Don't cut your roots before you know what Colour of fruit resides inside.