The Distant Hues

1. The Canvas of Livin’

Above all the striving and stitches, I paint a canvas of beautiful pain;
A tale of fear, of how I’ve lived, and memories that have remained.
Like a gush of wind, my spirit was stretched far and wide;
Crushed by thoughts that echoed near the ocean’s tide.

In fragments, I recall what’s left of me;
Their merriment, where the sun sets wild and free.
Oh, I’m not alone; thoughts still captivates me;
Yet, in the solitude, I’ll face the eternity.

I’ve been cast away from home, a return no more;
My soul weary, heart heavy as I endure.
Don’t ask me to sail from here; where shall I roam;
Who’ll shelter me, or offer bread to call home?

Though I strive alone, can’t I claim a dignified death?
Years lived on others’ will, their care, on their every breath;
They looked after me, reminding me in every moment’s frame.

So much to narrate, and fewer shall not withhold;
Let me live here till I rot, where death’s call will unfold.
Let me witness sunset’s final gleam on distant hills,
May the night’s darkness shine like a serene, blissful day’s gentle will.

4. The Critics Chorus
When we embark on a journey of self-discovery,
And uncover the depths of our soul’s mystery,
The whispers of critics grow, like a murmuring sea;
A chorus of doubts, aimed at our authenticity.


Their words, a reflection of their own hidden fears,
A desperate attempt to dim the light of our tears,
Tears of joy, tears of liberation, tears of finally being free,
From the shackles of expectations, from the weight of conformity.

But we must not let their noise, drown out our inner voice;
For in embracing our true selves, we make a heartfelt choice;
To rise above the din, and shine with radiant grace;
And let the backbiting fade, like a fleeting, empty space.
Their words are but a mirror, reflecting their own pain;
A pain of feeling lost, of living a life in vain.

A life of pretending, of hiding behind masks;
Afraid to reveal their true selves, afraid of the task.
But we, who have dared to venture, into the unknown;
Must not let their fears, hold us back from our throne.

For we are the masters, of our own destiny;
And our true selves, are the key to our liberty.
So let us rise above, the whispers of doubt;
And shine with the light, of our authentic devout.


Let us embrace our quirks, our flaws, our unique design;
And let the backbiting fade, like a distant, fading whine.
For when we know who we are, and stand tall in our might;
The noise of critics, becomes a distant, fading light.

And we can see, with clarity, the beauty of our soul;
And the whispers of others, become a mere, fading role.
In this journey of self-discovery, we find our strength;
A strength that lies, in embracing our true length.

And though the backbiting may increase, with each step we take;
We must not let it stop us, for our true selves, we must not fake.