I come to you all tidy and new
In a labor purchased suit of blue.
Blue like your eyes
And blue like my mind,
The most attractive colour I could find
But you’re blind to colour,
And to me,
For I am not especially true.
It’s just like the emperor’s new clothes,
Where the child in the story is you.
And the same shallow mistakes shatter the illusion that buying new clothes can somehow make me a new man.