Colors of Me

This is merely an outlet, to banish my thoughts I have no expectation that my views will be bought My mind is a realm, built of colorful rooms Some, bright and vivid, some pastel hues Many of these rooms have no connections You may even say, they arise contradictions They’re not equipped with complimentary shades And, you, more than likely, weren’t invited to stay So if you discover, your least favorite color There’s no need to linger, preach and smother Just pack up your words and turn off the light Because this is my realm, I’ll always be right