Color Blind

With the one i love their is no way i could fake this feeling

but sometimes i can't take waking up to a motel ceiling,

being away from home is reeling me in but the thought of a baby whose not my kin, committing so many sins...that's not for the innocent

I try to stay pure in the mind but there is no cure for the ones of my kind.

As I reached down for the piece of the pill that i dropped another two appeared on the motel carpet.

From heaven they fell or from hell they shot up, I can't really tell but they rang my door bell and i answered immediately, eager and antsy the pills simply completed me .

Sober was over.

I was tired and now wired.

I've admired the life of a drugged mind since I was small.

I've made it a point to stumble and but never fall.

Sometimes I can't take waking up to a motel ceiling but being away from home is reeling.

The colors of life have smothered me.

Now, there's just white out my window and i feel alone looking at the trees.

Weather their dull and grey or vibrant orange and reds the branches have grown old from them as have the leaves, and they will all die just as will we.

Why did our mother's birth us into these colors?

To see us succeed before they decease?

A tiny person we are all born, to grow a larger body and a smaller conscience.