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I Am Color Blind

Multihued lights flash fervently, On naked illusion draped eyes zealously, All shut and secured to colored vision, Egoist blurry brain images, these are all in an intangible prison. Some call me quirk, some foible, but all refer me to a societal misfit, It’s true they seem to tell, but my way of life and my thought process I will not quit. I know and cognize I don’t see the world as others want me to see and be, But am not sorry because that’s how it clearly appears to me. It’s not because I am unconfined, undetermined or with rebellious mind, But because I am color blind. It‘s not because I am in hate or in love, But because I am color blind and sooner or later the world will figure out why and how………… I am color blind to cruel, callous, cunning, sly ways of expressing colors in the world, I don’t reconcile to these colors with my ethos, morals and ethics curled and ruffled. But till they have reconciled with me in unison they have opined, I possess an unsound mind and am color blind. No matter what I do or where I go, Hues and colors of my thoughts they desire to know. Inside me I ask myself what is the color of fear, dismay and dread? Is fear yellow? Dismay and dread be red? Who can tell me where it is defined? I am content that all mankind thinks I am color blind. Where is the orange of the sun? Has it enveloped and corroded all dynamism and fun? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. Where is the blue from the sky? Has it been slurped and sucked by calm, trust and loyalty all dry? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. Where is the green from the grass? Has enveloped envy and jealousy and goodwill, generosity let a mass? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. If all of us of the human race, Would toil not to make it bitter but a better place, All walls and barriers raised to the ground, Then I would be content to stay color blind