Not Really About Roofs
My numbers are low
The siding is starting to show
Colors change and names become irrelevant
Not in general, just in the battlefield of it all
We all struggle to believe
We are who we think we are
Yet here we are in this magical reality
People fix roofs
They forgive the forgotten name
And some people are color-blind
The battlefield becomes a garden
Despite all our running amok.
We lose our preconceived notions of ourselves
And live in the amazing that is anything at all.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015