
Grown in the darkness,
born into the light.
The moon comes out as the sunset fades into the night.
We are all born with black and white.
These colors are at our core,
we are all artists in fight or flight.
To paint our life with something bright,
violet hues will add some clues.
To a rainbow of mystery which is our life.
I yell and scream as my insides bleed,
a lifetime of mistakes to find my creed.
What will balance me now?
I want to do something bold,
the path less taken looks a lot like gold.
Forest colors will show a means,
everybody talks about getting that green.
It makes me sick to the lengths we will go.
As we betray our friends and family,
there is no silver lining for this calamity.



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