a world without color

When I close my eyes and start to imagine I wonder what life would be If the world had lost all of its passion Would the streets at night be empty? Would there no longer be any excitement? My mind suddenly turns everything black and white The art and culture are gone, and there’s no longer any alignment Everything I knew and believed in is gone and out of sight The thought of all creativity being destroyed It makes me hate my true reality a little less All the violence and hate we can’t avoid But without all that, there would never be any success A world without passion is a world without color And a world without color is a dull world to live in