Lost Colors, Missing Numbers
Red is the color of love, and of blood
Blue is the color of the skies, the seas, and of sadness
A day is resembled by the year, month, and the season
But is a day is not resembled, truly, by the incidents?
Will you focus on the numbers, the colors, the instances?
Or will you guide your actions, interactions, your reality?
Life has not one color, but many
Life is guided not by numbers, but by one self
Let not the colors define you, or the numbers confine you
Rather, define the colors, and confine the numbers
All yourself.
You do have control
We all do
Our problem as a species is that we assume
That some other force has control,
And that we have none
Never has an idea been so bitterly false
Recognize your control, but also
Recognize your faults and misconceptions
With this realization
And these awarings
Your human spirit becomes like a snowball
Tumbling down a frost covered slope;
It grows and feeds upon the surface it travels
It becomes larger than ever expected
Let us grow as such
Let us become aware of our control
Of our faults
Of the misconceptions we perceive
Let us become more
More than we ever fathomed
Become this now, tomorrow, and ever.
It is possible, responsible, and causeable
Use the reasoning we've all attained to end
These trivial problems we face
In this feeble phase of humanity
Copyright © Dylan Montoya | Year Posted 2010
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