Colors Neverending

Selective when stiff
Only if he cares
Only if the air he breathes
Can enter himself, his heart
Will he spill out

Right and left, right and wrong
When all are not right
When none fit the shell
He stops to see, uncovers
Blinding light, colors fade to dark

Selective when stiff
Only if he sees
Only if he can risk that sight
To lose it, lose sound with it
Can the senses return

Right and left, right and wrong
When lines are undrawn
When colors emerge from darkness
He sees reflection, creation
Of colors neverending

by Michael Heraly

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