An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.

From there I soar and soar
Down
Until my feet have met the ground.
And here I see a marvel to behold, golden gates to what waits behind a massive wall.

I draw near to get a better look,
Golden gates open with a brown wooden bridge dropped down.
All people there, no faces known.
I decide to cross to see what I find.

Unbeknowst to me, the chomping below are their beasts.
As I tread carefully watching my feet,
A silly stumble here and there,
I passed and stand on grey concrete.

The world... it looks so bleak. 
Cities donned grey with noises sounding repeatedly.
A rotation of a machine to see the "marvel" I had thought.
But a bit of it all, merely a cold dot.

An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.

From there I soar and soar
Down
Until my feet have met the ground.
And here I see a marvel to behold, golden gates to what waits behind a massive wall.

My curiosity peeks for a closer look,
Tall gates await open, a bridge ready for my feet.
All people there, no faces known.
I decide to cross and see what I meet.

Subtle sounds munch below.
I gaze wary to and fro,
Worried what is to become of me.
"Stay ahead," I murmured, and went my feet.

My posture unbalanced
For I can feel the bridge shake.
"Drat!" I announce, shoelaces untied and take
Me.

Down and down I fall,
Sharp claws presented against the wall.
It all made sense now, for I have lost.
Never met behind the golden gloss.

An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.

But I was not ready
When I opened too soon.
Still too young,
But a buffoon.

Down and down did I soar.
Young feet met the cold floor.
Behind I could hear heavy gates close,
Chilly air under my nose.

I looked up and could see the grey
A cold winter held me astray.
I sought Will to surpass this wretched world,
Such a pressure for this urchin.

In my hand I held my color,
Moved through with much asunder.
Often coarse as I prodded through,
Ready to lose what I pushed to.

I remind myself to continue on,
"Steer forward," I say, "cry no longer."
"No matter how much the loneliness is dread,"
"All will be better in the end."

I stare out the window now,
The taxis run yellow.
Cars honking,
The sounds are mellow.

I close my eyes for a glimpse,
To the life I once lived.
Here I stand high above,
The grey skies dawned and the blue skies found.

An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for little time,
No dread spared, yet there is to find...