As the light shine through
all the broken pieces,
that you asked me to fix,
which refracts them
into a million shades
of life and love,
I wonder,
why would I fix them,
or was it ever broken?
Why would I change it
and go back
to the grey cubicles you made.
I’m proud to be here,
and I’d rather stay here
flying through the spectrum
as I want.