The Universal Color

Interesting fact: I didn't realize it until half-way through writing this poem, but I wrote with a mechanical pencil of the same color, and in a notebook of this same color.

My most loved color,

  My most hated color,

That which symbolizes greed,

  But thrives also in the weed.

Hopes and Dreams are forged,

  The human soul is consumed,

    Both corrupted and purified,

  Of life before death, or death before you've died.

The Seven Truths of human existence,

  The Coexistence that ceases to exist,

In youth, we know not the world we're born into,

  And what path do we choose,

    The one that is laid out for us.

The light guides our way,

  That color of middle frequency,

It whispers to us what's wrong,

  And makes it so appealing,

We can feel what's right,

  However, we've grown unfeeling.

Unknown to most,

  Your multiple faces,

Everyone sees you differently from the next.

Known to all, though,

  Your importance,

We all hold you dear in the form we see.

Not so ignorant, am I,

  That I have removed the mask of individual perception...

Not so blind, am I,

  That I see through the eyes of many...

Not so shallow, am I,

  That empathy exists in me, even when not in another...

Not so cruel, am I,

  That I would ignore their pain and suffering...

Fleeting, fleeting,

  Never to return,

    Pleasure in you,

    Sorrow in us all...

Fleeting, fleeting,

  Never to have known,

    Truth in words,

  For there is a word for untruths,

    Lies...

      Or perhaps something synonymous,

    Individual Perception...

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[Punk rocker]

I like this it really got me thinking about things ........i dont really know what those things are but it got me thinking LOL :)