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
Copyright © Allison Rowzee | Year Posted 2025
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