Our ignorance makes colour just an illusion
We latch onto black and white for vision
Purifying our naivety, protecting our fears
Whether it be blood, sweat, or tears; no trace can be found
Recognition is the key to unearth beyond our judgemental lines.
We deny ourselves the truth, yet believe in immortality.
Observing a bag soar through the wind
Can you feel its freedom?
Ever wonder how far its journey will be?
Do you ever question your abilities,
Even if theyâ€™re not in reach?
Fighting my way through doubt
I want to express my anger, stand out in the crowd, and shout
Show everyone a rainbow, a rose petal, an oil painting.
Fix their eyes on an existing colour they fail to see so frequently
But I know itâ€™s no use.
I watch in dismay the world falling apart
and within, its tenants of failure
Easy to surrender to their permanent bed without a meaningful life
I pity those who hang on-