Lost Colors, Missing Numbers

Red is the color of love, and of blood Blue is the color of the skies, the seas, and of sadness A day is resembled by the year, month, and the season But is a day is not resembled, truly, by the incidents? Will you focus on the numbers, the colors, the instances? Or will you guide your actions, interactions, your reality? Life has not one color, but many Life is guided not by numbers, but by one self Let not the colors define you, or the numbers confine you Rather, define the colors, and confine the numbers All yourself. You do have control We all do Our problem as a species is that we assume That some other force has control, And that we have none Never has an idea been so bitterly false Recognize your control, but also Recognize your faults and misconceptions With this realization And these awarings Your human spirit becomes like a snowball Tumbling down a frost covered slope; It grows and feeds upon the surface it travels It becomes larger than ever expected Let us grow as such Let us become aware of our control Of our faults Of the misconceptions we perceive Let us become more More than we ever fathomed Become this now, tomorrow, and ever. It is possible, responsible, and causeable Use the reasoning we've all attained to end These trivial problems we face In this feeble phase of humanity