Colormewrite's Blog

Will you, won’t you, could I, would I, should we, shan’t we

Enchanted choices, endless voices leading to vices or victories

Pull back the curtain, or leave it a mystery

Get where you’re meant to be regardless

The road can be grungy or golden-depending-sometimes one hides, or becomes, the other

Is it so crucial, or just what it is, and the only judgement is delivered by the decider

Maybe Oz had it right hiding to allow for others’ illusions, except he deluded himself, assumed he knew best, and staved the truth from the rest

Write your own story, follow (or build) your own colorful brick road, and be honest along the way

Or, be the master of your own illusion, and welcome the dagger of blinding light when your veil too is lifted, torn, or ripped-depending