Different

Walking on the street, Tripping over my feet. As every other day, The normality won't stay away. I turn and look around me, Black and white is all I see. Everyone walking the same way, Keeping individuals at bay. Nobody dares to be different, All people are distant. No color to be found, Everything sinking to the ground. So I turn around, Leaving the background. To sit there astounded, Instantly frozen and grounded. Not following the crowd, Colour is now allowed. Everything turns green, No black to be seen. I find out who I am, And get all the information and cram. It all into my head, Forgetting all that was said. This is who I want to be, And nobody dare stop me. From making all things pure, And of all this I am sure.