Smothered

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