Colors
When we are young
Everything is amazing
Holds wonder
So colorful
But as we age
It gets dull
Becomes black and white
Nothing holds wonder
Maybe sometimes we see
Those colors
Those wonderful colors
But not for long
Time takes them back
But why?
Why mush time take them?
Because we no longer see
The wonder of the world
How amazing it really is
And so
As punishment
We loose the colors
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I am a Philosophy major, and a mentor for a FIRST Robotics Team. Robotics has changed my life, and I honestly don't know what I would be doing with my life had I not joined FIRST.
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