the many colors of love

love of money, love of self, love of others what have you? the spinning of tales, like a spider's web becoming a ever thicker fog. till the walls etch carvings of their own, they too have love, love of bricks, love of witnessing a drunkard call down spirits, too strong for him to handle. love of spirits as he collapses unto the ground. a child of wonder, it is a wonder when everything is unknown. each thread begins to stitch on clothing becoming a tapestry. fly it high in the sky, till the sun too gets covered and chimeras hop about in this falsehood, but there is none to break this spell. till the teenager finds the cracks on the wall, as bricks begin to slide, down without insurance. it's all gone down the drain with fraudsters rushing off to tapestries in the clouds, the dismisses come with frowns, disapproving looks. that brat! till a brat become adult. and now the bricks have filled up the sea, the clouds take on the chimeras eager to play their part of disillusionment. come hither. doled eyed youths follow charisma, a hope of lost rainbows weaved out when love of self triumphs. what's in it for me? but the accuser cast his own shadows and the rainbows have gone white. it's all in the pudding, the proof that is - a drunkard wakes up from his stupor, his spirit gone. you know what they say when awakening comes: then the bridge collapses when too many people trudge upon it. they're all running from that chaos, of love gone wrong. why don't you love me? they say. each transaction becoming another fake smile. and fake just doesn't buy love. it's all that air that has gone into the head. then the pop finally came and when it did, the adult did see first love grasped. how wild. then fade, when knowledge went inside the heart. then tried again, and again - to catch that love. and often settled for a transaction.