Who has the big vision is so cruel,

I won’t ask to get it all,

I want my colours to stay true.

From the right to the left,

Let me check.

I have it all,

I don’t need any more,

Not even a step,

No piece,

No part,

No side.

From the left to the right,

I’ll watch over my home

Again,

To make sure,

That I am still

The owner

Of my own

Side of

Home.

One colour,

Two

Three,

This is what

Complete

really means.

The other shades

are free to lay

Down in the cold

Of a tricolour

Soul.

Not extended,

Not heavenly,

Not even close

To being healthy,

But complete.