Darkness all around me.

When I was young the doctor told me I had become color blind.

I didn't know what to say but at least my doctor was kind.

I ran outside to see the sky I knew to be blue

and so abruptly I knew the doctors words to be true.

I could smell a rose but I could not see its deep crimson,

It was now simply a sad gray color. 

The world became my own personal comic book,

and seeing how unjust life was I chose to become a crook.

Eventually the difference between good and evil began to fade,

Even the almighty Superman was just another shade,

a sad, sad shade of gray.

Without a superhero to change my ways

I became unstoppable in my teen days.

I saw no end to be evil reign

until one fateful day, I tasted the color purple. 

It had a strange, passionate spice to it.

After that I opened my senses

And I broke down my mental fences.

I could taste the angry red,

I could feel the gentle lavender,

I could smell the metallic silver,

and I could hear the empty black.

The world was now a fair place

and I knew then I had no time to waste.

I was on my way to seize the day

When my world began to shake

and a loud voice rang out: it was time to wake.