Are you really winning when the world keeps spinning?

You said my hair is like the sunset:
Colorful and full of shit.

I bought a grape soda the other day to share with you.
But the pop fizzle dissipated,
Simmered to a drizzle.
The syrup froze
To a sugary disposition.
Is it purple or blue?
A reflection of who?

Life is plentiful
But few.