When was the last time someone asked you your favourite colour?

When was the last time someone asked you your favourite colour?

I’ll bet it’s the last time you felt free.

You see, colour is reserved for the innocent.

Exclusive to children, the naïve, and the dissident.

A concept corrupted by age.

The hues of life fade as soon as hair starts to grow in new places.

Tunnel vision replaces the wavelengths once found on a spectrum.

Just like that, we switch to automatic,

to monochromatic,

a blindness to colour so idiosyncratic.

Now I get why they say ‘it’s dog eat dog’.

No shades, no pigment,

it’s all just a figment of what could have been

between opposing extremes.

Pick wisely, there’s no going back

in a world tinted black

and white.

In a world left or right.

Are we getting it right when all that is left is rigidity?

No sexual fluidity.

No gender inclusivity.

No grey areas or pronouncing pronouns.

No beauty in the eye of the beholder.

For as we grow older, so does the power to decide

or even take pride

in showing our own true colours.

So, next time you wonder why I'm up in my treehouse,

my glasses tinted rose

the real question to pose is

When was the last time you asked someone their favourite colour?