The hordes had gathered,
from far and wide;
With great anticipation,
for what was to behold;
...

It's the same old picture,
but with different colours;
It's the same old people,
but with different faces;
...

I saw yellow horses charging,
through fields of purple grass;
Van Gogh alive and painting,
trees with broken glass;
...

If only I'd walked this way before,
Instead of walking past the door,
What things would I have found,
Would I be walking on new ground,
...

I slapped the face in the face of adversity,
But I didn’t poke the eye of a storm,
I pulled a tooth from the teeth of a gale,
But I didn’t let the cat out of the bag;
...