streaks

first the mountains
streaked with color
then i go outside
and the sky is striped
my hands have smears of paint
it is my cheeks
that make me wonder
why are they
streaked with tears
is it all these new things
i am learning
like the colors here
it's just i never knew
to cry so much
some people say it's good
but i don't know
it doesn't feel like progress
and i call the mountains
please
please take me in
so i can be with you