Paint your intrepid destiny
Upon the grainy stitches
Or the bleak façades,
Dye the waiting world.

Amazing metaphors to This stanza , sometimes we have to blend into the world make it our own and therefore utilize it to maximum purpose, this is really amazing,

I could see you had a thing with colours and blending in, that made the poem colourful with intent
This is somewhat graceful well, I'm really lookingat the iregular stanzas it perfect.

Amazing at always I've got to give you that, I mean I don't know where your inspiration emanates from, it's pretty beautiful.