Inside each of us has their place,

Their role, reliant on the other, in a very special way.

Creating a bond, which though strong,

Excludes others for the duration of the voyage.

Avoiding any friendly engagement with the outside world.

Those long, color filled shadows, remind me of a box of crayons,

Of mixing paint in art class quickly,

Adding too much water, making the colors spill into each other,

Like those in the park today.

Beneath the color are lives, reflecting in the painting they cannot see.