You Could Be Colorless
Do you remember the morning
you woke up and realized
the world was a piece of art?
Did it feel like standing at the edge of the ocean
for the first time
and being unable to understand
comprehend
the life just below what you could see?
And do you wonder
if it was as beautiful as those white walls
in hospital rooms you saw
the first time you opened your eyes?
Because it was like seeing clearly
for the first time
And did it make you think
that sunsets were paintings
and the artist just had more ideas
than one canvas could hold?
And do you realize
for a second
that each person you see is an idea
that someone couldn't contain?
I can't tell you how this all came to be
and you can't tell me I'm wrong
But have you ever stopped to think
that of all the things we are and aren't
we could be colorless?
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