I used to notice colors everywhere as a kid
in the wet red hand paint stains on the walls
riding a pink bike and not caring for the fall
in the green trees I used to climb
in the yellow shoes I used all the time
colorful moments painting my vision
smile had been my company for so long
helping me never leave a keynote unsung
never needing to hold the rein
or run away from the rain
colors always wiping the storms in sight
how lucky was I to live in the perfect painting?
the time maintained one color alive
blue tinted my world upside down
nothing rhymed anymore
the naive allegory is gone
the colors are all one
washed away with the despair, one by one
the bluish change was rooting my essence
adulting was a lie
I think I rather be blind
than live in a blurry painting
I need more clarity
more colors
more lines
more rhymes
I need a colorful pallet to survive
to shape a better picture in sight