Color

My ability to face reality is dark Since the future is a blackout. But the brightness of each day is Yellow with the rays of the sunlight. As nature stays green I toil and sweat colorlessly till the day I stay brown; I shall be mourn with a white conscience While I leave a life of gold. My past shall be old in peoples memories as a flashback My ink shall flow blue until I stop And my scores shall be thick with a red ink but it doubts, If I fail, let tears flow from my eyes to this scripts, so the blue ink can be changed to indigo But with positive thoughts, I pass to smile while sending my red tongue out As season changes, so do leaves change from green to orange From rainfall, we enjoy colors as rainbow