One, two, three

You choose

what you want to see

of me.

Pink, red, blue, green

You open

what you know I’ve been.

One, two, three, four

Don’t want to be

either/or anymore.

Red, blue, pink, green

I won’t be

what you want of me.

And in one, two, three

I wait for the moment

I’ll be unfolded,


and free.