the question sits heavy on my soul
I see the rudimentary colors
but, I can't seem to let them go
pink, and green, and turquoise
jasmine, salmon, red
is this sporadic spectrum
just something in my head?
can you see the explanation,
even without the price?
the renewed information,
just doesn't feel as nice
perhaps if we remember
that forgetting's just as well
we can stay swathed in these colors
where light and dark can't tell
a master piece of music
a synopsis of art
do you see the meaning?
can you tell the two apart?
oh, tell me tell me
nothing
I prefer to feel the sound
let my imagination run wild
fill in the grey around
make me make me smile
I know its all a dream
but, really what's reality
if not what we choose
to see
