Sepia
Who I am is not who
But what they do see
What I am is not what
But who I tend to be
Flash, Click, Drag.
Pictures Glowing
Portraits Knowing
My shadows covering the sun
My two one two threes
With a touch of a button
Black and White
Blemishes Lost and Forgotten
Poof, my what is seen as a who
My who: Just a what
But where and why are they mine
If it doesn't agree with my strut?
I could drop them into cyber unknown
Bring back the color
Black White just a phase
But then part of my who
And part of my what
Would be alone, ill-grown
Unprepared, rather scared,
So when does the who stay a who
And the what remain a what?
Head Low, Body Slow,
Shame wears worse on the aware,
Never, Never once,
Our whos and whats stolen,
By a home button,
My life a battle,
Between Color and Grays
Maybe who I am is really what
And what I am is really who
Either way in half color,
There is always time for blues.