Black Red Yellow Blue

How can One say

At the End of the day

That they lived their Best life?

How many times

Have we offered just Dimes

To those Less fortunate than us?

We say we want to see

The way to be free,

But we get comfortable in our Guilded cage.

We stutter step

Towards the Wrong path.

We lie to our selves

About the Wrong math.

And yet we Chose to believe what’s Not true.

In this New world, We have found that Nothing makes sense. We are unsure of what to Say. We are unsure of what to Do. So we ride a Wave of Confusion hoping, one day, we will make it back to the white sand beaches of Our Lives.

We’ve Learned to accept the Unacceptable.

We are Forced to follow Lost leaders.

We Struggle to catch a Ray of sunshine.

All the while Telling ourselves that We are Just Fine.

We collect things made of Fools gold.

We bare Witness to that which we were Never told.

Then, when Everything in our lives go Wrong.

We blame it on some Sad Clowns torch song.

But these are our Anchors made of illusions.

Causing us more Harm and Confusion.

So we keep moving that Uncrossable

line in the sand.

Because, in the End,

They are All just Colors…

To a Blind Man.

schare6969. 9/20/21