Reality
As the time tolls the preacher preaches
You learn the realism rooted in all there teaches
Seldom should something stick unless
Unless it is bound and quantified then sealed in press
The world is not fanciful it is code and labour
A life in reality is needed to beat thigh neighbour
And so the view is restricted– the colours deaden
You find yourself becoming ego, cold, you exacerbate and redden,
Vision like a periscope colour is missed left and right
Till that day, she finds you and her magic takes bite
Just so from monochrome you take flight
Because everything seems alive in her arms
The world is that much brighter, and reality she calms
To find this women is to find a life again
To undue the false hue sold by uninspired men.
So hold on tight and pray she doesn’t see
You are a broken heart and she is the lost key
