Dizzy to realization

When the red enhances in my eyes, it doesn't mean love or hatred lies inside. It is red because so many thoughts are wrapped in my head, like how do I make it look rich green instead. And after thinking, I actually try to change the colour of my eyes, but humour works to my despise. The green is not rich, it turns out to be sick, Dizzy to the point my grammar gets all mixed, yet stands out thick. It's not the colour that says "hey, the money and life is there." Then after seeing my effort was dull, a person could change the colour for me, not the colour I wanted, but better than anything else to compare, more than the weight of money. The only optometrist who could ease my eyes to brown and white, her presence alone proves I'm rather rich.