That alone, is what matters

Sometimes, I have found myself, I am fully aware of my purpose.

Most of the time, I'm lost. Similar to a dead fish that lets the current dictate my route.

Sometimes, love heals me,

Most of the time, it was a venom that makes me perish.

Sometimes, I believe in the essence of life,

Most of the time, I hate being alive.

Sometimes, I'm fed in yellow dandelions and radiant roses,

Most of the time, I'm soaked in hopeless violets and dull blues.

Like rise and fall of a tone,

Active and passive voice,

A frame hanging loosely on a wall,

An overripe fruit that's ready to be devoured by worms when it fall,

Like on and off switch,

Like voluntary christmas lights,

But yeah, atleast it's colorful,

And that alone, is what matters.