The white walls creak and crack
as blue paint flows freely.
Higher and higher we must go
the voice outside leading our way.
Faster and faster we must go as colours
blur into one, orange white and blue.
Completing the trails one by one. Hear
the champers sing out "I don't blame you".
The monotone voices ring out as one
when our feet leave the ground. But
Beware the light for it will burn till only
darkness remains. The very air we breath
would kill death it self. Smarter still we
must become when life hands us lemons
when all I asked for was more time.
But do not fear, for this was a triumph.
We do what me must, because we can.