The world—it’s smothered
in dull luster;
It’s black and white and
lacking wonder.
I look beyond the
gray exterior,
but it don’t matter;
I don’t see color.
Are we living
individuals
Or have we all fought
pointless battles?
The world—it crumbles;
the people shatter.
But I don’t hear it;
I don’t see color.
The two colors blend;
why’s it a hassle?
Then I am caught in
the middle of the thunder.
But this ain’t my world;
I can’t dive that shallow.
But what’s it matter?
No one sees color.