Blinding Colors

I remember the days

I remember the days I was color blind

I remember the days I was color blind and the ignorance

I remember the days I was color blind and the ignorance wasn’t in my mind.

It was hard to find

It was hard to find in the span of time,

It was hard to find in the span of time, a warm grasp that bled

It was hard to find in the span of time, a warm grasp that bled to paint a colorful world red.

In a splash and contour with abstract light and memories.

And colors so deafening, it could spark any hidden creativity.

We paint the world in red

We paint the world in red to blare the silence

We paint the world in red to blare the silence out of dull habit.

And colors tend to transcend

And colors tend to transcend if not admired

And colors tend to transcend if not admired by the ones that have it.

In a color blind with a splash and contour

In a color blind with a splash and contour of many shades,

In a color blind with a splash and contour of many shades, many sides

In a color blind with a splash and contour of many shades, many sides and more.

We open eyes to a world of sides and a world of change to endure.

As if we need the splash,

As if we need the splash, the spark to open mind and open hearts.

We need the sharp

We need the sharp to protrude into the dark

We need the sharp to protrude into the dark and create a light that starts

We need the sharp to protrude into the dark and create a light that starts the blinding colors.