Colorblind

Everyone comes in different colors, the world is set in stone And those who see it differently, we disregard and leave alone We accuse them of being colorblind, mistaking brown for green What if we are the colorblind ones, and they can truly see? Imagine that we could see as they do: The sky looks orange, the pumpkins blue People look like negatives, turned inside out and tinted wrong. But in a world of twisted color, we find harmonic song Shades of gray run together, purple takes on blue Variations of one color become a single hue. Perhaps to make the world a better place to be, We only need to be more colorblind, and then we’ll truly see.