There was a rainbow box,

In which I hid my colours,

I kept them locked away

From all eyes,but mine.

When I opened the lid today,

The colours had all but lost their shine

But still,they were my colours,

They were my dreams wrapped in tinsel.

Those dreams,which I'd nurtured as a child,

Those dreams,which were once my reason to live,

Those dreams,which made me who I am,

Those dreams,which were mine and only mine.

As I grew,I started to think,

As I thought, I realized things...

I realized that, those colours,

Those dreams of mine,..

They never would've made it

Out of that box anyway...

They never would've painted my life

Yellow, and Red and every other colour...

They never would've gone out

Into the world, and made it a better place.

As realization stormed my brain,

I closed the lid on my rainbow box once more

Only to open it and wonder

How different life would've been

If I'd let my colours out....