She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
She comes in colors
Have you seen her dressed in blue?
See the sky in front of you
And her face is lik a sail
Speck of white so fair and pale
Have you seen a lady fairer?
She comes in colors ev’rywhere
This boy is too young to be singing the blues
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick roadIt’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet againMaybe you’ll get a replacementThere’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
This was probably my first favorite song ever
(Just a random fact about myself because I was playing that song in my head all day)
…to start all over again.
It’s never too late - in my case, never too early - to be whoever you want to be.
when my parents complain about me
if you knew I was dying would it change you?
Ice washed onto the black sand beach of lake Jökulsárlón, Iceland.
Photo credit: Konstantin Khrapko
because if you don’t write then you might as well be dead