The Changing Colors of My Mind

The changing colors of my mind at times are disconcerting wild crimson rage is often there; along with raw chartreuse; with its green, bitter tones of jealousy. Some days, in hidden corners of isolated lonely dark brown caves chanting monks in saffron robes will meditate deep blue dreams. Then rapidly dissipate when watermelon heads explode to songs of Tangerine Dream. Vivid acid lemon; always lurking; acerbic, sneaky, spiteful ready to explode, destroying ever cooling, calm coral. All soon replaced with moody; dark, desperate, black. But all these fighting tangled colors messing in my head, I prefer to a boring, dead, dull gray.