When I close my eyes to wander in the unknown
I find that I am alive in a subconscious realm
When I try to grasp this reality, it's always long gone
My thoughts never meet with my wildest dream
It's a reality, provides sanctity, here I need to escape
In this world of color, eyes are fixated only on black and white
Racing through parallels desperate to traverse each landscape
To open my big brown eyes to this amazing delight
I live in two distinct worlds, each old and new
Subdued in existential conflicts
Like a honey drop on the morning dew
They will never mix
I still stand, I keep pushing, must not give up
Must see color. Color is beautiful
Half full, half empty, there's optimism in my cup
Presence of no color is dangerous. presence of all color is powerful
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