Colours in My Life

Sometimes I think of the future,
Then probably of the past, my tutor...
Then I am back in this present land,
feeling on my head an invisible hand...

Does that hand exist or not in reality,
would on this there ever be clarity?
sometimes i feel completely alone,
and life seems to be running in monotone.

Then somehow this ocean of colours comes flooding,
Colours that sometimes I try blocking...

But then I forget they are an ocean,
and even if I try to stop their motion,
me, a tiny human will eventually get soaked,
in the colours, and even if i pretend to loathe,
somewhere deep down, will enjoy this,
when alone, these colours I miss...

who sends them and takes them away,
I wish they would forever just stay...

The Idea

I am in search of that idea,
The idea that would 'change my life'.
An idea that would define me,
Who I am, make every wrong right.

I sometimes wonder if that idea exists at all,
To search for it should I stall,
This 'progress' in a direction,
In which I don't know whom to call.

But then I just continue walking,
Walking on this path never ending,
Hoping that at some distance,
All of a sudden, there will be a bending...