But Nothing.....

The wind's too wild.
The sun's too bright.
The leaves are too green.
But right now I'm calm and mild.

The snow's too cold.
The fire's too hot.
The ground's too hard.
But right now I feel like gold.

The white's too bland.
The black's too dark.
The red's too violent.
But right now my heart beat is a parade band.

The sky's too close.
The trees smother me.
The earth's too erratic.
But from their ashes, it was I that rose.

These fairy tales are too fake.
Their characters are much too mean.
The villains are way too cliché.
But still they fill my heart with ache.

All things good,
And all things bad
Are connected.
But it was something I've never understood.

Sitting atop my pedestal,
I gaze longingly at the things I cannot obtain.
I've grown so large,
But still I am skeptical.