Color Lies
Everyday awake or alseep
what do you see.
Colors rich and vibrant,
or dull and faded.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
How many times has that been said?
Everyday we go through
the days like it's all ok,
we're blinded by color.
With every glance we loose
all sight to that bright bright color.
In the end all that color will just fade away.
Then we'll see the truth
when the color that blinded us
lives no more.
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