Gray, white and black
It's a perfect painting if you look at it long enough
The monotone colors of the diseased mind
When emotions go out the window
When they've been shut off by a switch
And you auto pilot on primal instincts
They keep you alive
In a state of crises
Colorblind is the perfect state
For a heart that has closed itself to everyone
But wishes so much to see the perfect light
And the colors of the rainbow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep, refreshing and original. Nice work. Keith