I find it funny 

when asked my favorite colour

In reply I often find falsehood will suffice

Giving the typical answers of red or blue

Saphire if I was feeling particularily creative

If I was feeling particularily armour red, I'd answer

The colour grey that makes me believe an old man's hair is blue.

I guess I'll never really know my true favorite colour

Like I won't know a lot of things

If I had to choose I'd say It would be the truth

Cause you see 

The truth isn't black or white

Nor is it a shade of grey

It's a colour

Most truths require, certain mental complexions

I never found one that matched mine

People often create their minds complexions 

And only add what compliments it

From that, they've become what they've seen

People say you are what you see 

but what if all you see 

is grey

I guess I'm grey

boring beige

Just another thing to blend with the wallpaper

Just another brick in the wall

 

I'm a horrible liar

I think its because I've never been able to mathch anothers complexion

Through my fabrications

through my creations

I'm horribly gullible

Just add your colour to my pallette

It's hard to distinguish one grey from another.

In all this can you blame me?

They can blend their colours in with the rest 

and I can't seem to compliment their complexions

Though I've tried...

"Be grateful for the green you have"

"In thsi pallette you are yellow"

"Show me some yellow"

"Why aren't you yellow"

"Here, let me slap some yellow into you!"

"And, I'll do it again"

 

I'm an artist

you know

The Irony

I know

My mind, once an unpainted brush

Dipping itself into the various truths

Trying to create a clear image

But I think I took too many swatches

Just a bit of everything

Not enough to distinguish one 

but enough to meld together 

Through my fabrications

Through my creations

Through my interpretations

to create

grey

I don't think I'll ever complete my masterpiece.

 

You know

The funny thing is 

I used to believe I could see colour.