All I need?
All I need is color.
My life like a prism, not a prison.
And if I knew the orginal color,
that'd be rad.
But im color blind.
Dead eyed, not dead inside.
I go in art class.
But when I see,
Not all grey,
I start to think about what color represents in my mind,
it's like a design of art, and creativity.
It seems to me,
that art and color are one in the same, and without color
art would be a shame.
Without color, I couldn't live.
Because the ones I can see.
Mean so much to me.
And without color, I wouldn't make it.
It'd make my mind go blank.
Everything shifting to grey.
Just another face in the crowd.
Without color, or shade, I'd never be able to live.