In a garden full of orange, yellow, red and pink,
at no time cover your self because you’ve got a purple-bling.
For colors themselves bear no differences,
it is lone from white that we gape vibrant gazes.
Consonantly, life hurls before us familiar directions,
to chase a worn-out route or to create a new one is your decision.
No choice is ever amiss, there’s an enlightenment in every remiss,
to prepare you for an impromptu bliss, does it still cause you anguish?
If right scores an ace – wrong gives you a phase,
a modus that cannot be erased – a few inputs with happy days.
Stand alone in a crowd of goats,
notice, around you, the gates aren’t closed!
Endure chances, believe in you ; the talent within is liable only to few!