The dreadful day is here, the day of color and splash yet again
Of all the smiles I gathered through the year, it will drain
To color me they will come, but is that all about it?
The touch is not what you expect; kills me bit by bit
Time for a water splash they would say, festive or an ulterior motive?
Go with the flow, enjoy, a notion for us, makes me feel a captive!
A day to let go all past venom, or give a chance to fill you with new one?
Will we ever be able to blossom, or will we bear the torture and be gone?