New Way

Defragment the spectrum of light

Get me another colour right

That would make the tone

I was coloured, gone

I want to transform, 

feel aloof and conform

To new textures, tinctures

Willing To face needle punctures

I want to see life

I want To end this rife

Through a better shade

Paint me into another charade

Metamorphose the skin of my days

Bleaching the dye, covering the greys 

Fit and qualified

With beauty, all magnified

Eligible under new criteria

I craze the spanish mama mia

Suiting into soothing colours

That won't change, despite the hours

I want To be desirable

With body features, reliable