Colors - poem

Which image is still waiting to be drawn
in those multi-colored crayons
still waiting for their turn
to paint a piece of the unfolding story
that is called the human life.

Why wait, in line, for our turn
to express and shape the canvas.
Who said what the painting is about.
Just spray the life, and color
what your life is about.

The colors spill and take
a life all of their own,
they mix and blur and fade
beyond imagination.
Don't hold back, and let go,
let's paint this world together.