Not Really About Roofs

My numbers are low The siding is starting to show Colors change and names become irrelevant Not in general, just in the battlefield of it all We all struggle to believe We are who we think we are Yet here we are in this magical reality Numbers change People fix roofs They forgive the forgotten name And some people are color-blind The battlefield becomes a garden Despite all our running amok. We lose our preconceived notions of ourselves And live in the amazing that is anything at all.