When I was little everything around me seemed so bright and now it is like the colors are not out of sight. The colors seem dim and not really there, like a black and white. Getting older my eyes are still the same, is it the things I have seen in the world that took away my window pane? The one I would look out of and wonder what my life would be like by the time I reached a certain age? The colors were there, but I think year after year, the things I would hear would take the colors away. I know a trick to bring the brightness back, all of you out there that did things to take away your colors. It is your dopamine that has changed and you are the one that has to rearrange.
It's really not all that strange. Some people don't get what I am saying...this is serious and I am not playing. Don't let your colors fade to black and white, to get them back you must fight. Don't you want to live to be old and ripe? Don't give up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem