Why...are there no colours
All I see are shades of gray
No basic three...I\'m truly blind
I\'ve lost the primal me
Red..is for the apple
Said start of all our sin
Yellow.. is the daffodil
The birth of spring\'s begin
Blue..is swaying gently
As young breeze begins to warm
Surrounded.. soon the canvas blooms
A little later on
Perhaps..long years of living
My time...bought by the boss
Perhaps..explains my jaded eyes
Is living.. worth the cost?
My connection.. to our mother earth
Tenuous..still genuine
Seems pretty close to...
Lost