Flowers were once blooming around the world
in every spectrum of color in existence
but as I walk through the twisted streets tonight
there seems to be a resistance
to all that is forgotten
Technology swallowed every aspect of color
It became our master
everything was new and improved
everything was faster
But as I walk through my neighborhood
everything is cold
everything is dull and gray
there is nothing bold
Every shade of color
used to fight for attention
but now there is not a single color
whose name I could mention
I feel like I am in a photograph
that is only black and white
and nothing stands out
and nothing seems right
Flowers were once blooming around the world
in every spectrum of color once known
and as I wander the streets tonight
I look for where they were grown
I am look for what they called blue, orange and red
I am the only one not following the rules
I am the only one not in bed
No light is shining through the streets
No day is dawning
and darkness defeats
But still I wander
Flowers were once blooming around the world
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Very insitefull write on how this world has turned to technology and has replaced the one little Haven within our own backyard... Yes my friend I have to agree, this world is moving too fast for me..... very intresting write, unfortunatly this could be any given town in any given city or state or country for that matter..... bonnie