Escape

Sometimes I forget 

That there are confining lines 

Not meant to be crossed 

I color over top of them 

No rhyme, no reason 

Just bleeding colors 

Forgetting what it's like 

To be contained 

By the end 

There's just a page 

Saturated with various shades, feeling 

That's when I begin to wonder 

If the bleeding hues 

Could escape 

Even the page itself 

If I cast the image 

Into the beckoning waves 

Will chroma find its freedom? 

Where will each color go? 

And how far?