Splorange
| I am certain there is a shade splorange A color of no substance that may exist An object of my own design which rhymes with orange Which may or may not be, yet the idea persists I travel the world and I see it fears things of grey It only cares for what is here and what lets it reminisce This world makes those who challenge it; its prey Instead of understanding it will answer with a pow The mind of this world wishes only to see me pay If this blasphemy is fond the world would wish to see it now But it is here only through thoughts and my verse All that can be said of this situation is wow Life to my word will not come for it being seen as perverse This world cannot say how I feel or think: it does not hold my way Yet some parts may agree with me, for this world’s mind is diverse This color is my world, my own design, and it is here to stay This is my reality, my own reside; this is my way |
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