Color
living in a world fabricatedwith a shipment of pre-concieved notions
black and white
right and wrong
god and satan
all reality distorted
and you dare call me insane
for painting the sky a shade
of beautiful tangerine?
i hate to color within the lines
this mold was never me
just another rebellious teenager
selling my soul the the media god
that's how you explain me away...but I refuse to fade
into your bland world of dualism
scultped with your self-rightous blade of duty.
