Inspired by "Matched" by Ally Condie

"Do not go Gentle into that Good Night

Rage, Rage against the dying of the Light

Lift your eyes and heart, and Fight

Find your Fire, burn it bright​"

Green, blue, red

Grass, sky, blood

Green eyes, blue eyes, red…

We tied our knots in the water

And the rain turned from blue to black

Because it’s easier to bleed then to cry

Or so they say, and yet

When the rain falls

I remember

That they fell

They lay

They stilled

I saw

And I ran

There had been too much of leaving

But as we tied our cloths on the hill

They turned out tears from blue to red

Because its easier to forget than to remember

Its easier to still than to stay

Its easier to pass, to leave, than to fight

And I did not go gentle into that good night

I raged, fought, against the dying of the light

Green, blue, red

Grass, sky, blood

They say no more were dead, but

Bodies still in the mud

And the boy with the paintbrush runs