This is me insecure and incomplete

A hint of red, red memories

I saw the slight hesitation

I heard the final breath

I saw it spinning down, down and still further to it's death

This is you in the light

A dab of blue, blue dreams

I saw a chance you never took

You heard the faithful scream

You saw it spinning down, down and still further to it's death

Now the question fill our head

A hint of grey, grey doubt

If he saw

If he heard

If he felt

If he held us close

He saw us spinning down, down and still further to our death

Why the truth

Why the color

Why the sound

Why the fall

Why?

-Jonlyn