I’m living in a purple room,
Whereas my voice draws an omen,
For I can dance along;
Although Diamonds & pearls
Fill out my ark;
My wisdom is like nails,
Scratching the truth,
Hidden in your flesh,
For trying to be different,
Is like smiling at the same wall,
And expecting all bricks be colored,
By the light of your soul;
In which I’d rather die,
Until my breath is felt,
Like a pathway to the Great Noon;
As our image is reflected in the mirror;
Our heart is measured by our actions.