The Painting Dried

The painting dried without my help,

Life moved with or without my input,

It takes a lot to build this path,

That makes me happy and sad at once,

To pick a life and give it out,

To create opportunities to dance away,

I want the rain and sunshine at once,

Those dreams I had no longer show,

What work I need to move to it,

I'm so tired of a solo journey,

Yes I see you but also scared,

To land at a person with utmost vile,

That would kill my soul,

And drag me down.