A heart can see rainbows for the colorblind eye
Perfect eyes can see all grey in a beautiful world
Bits of color shine through, but who will reply?

Walking sleepers stroll with eyes to the ground
I admit, I am guilty of being oblivious too
To the bits of color that manage to live
My weary eyes might catch a glimpse
Of what life could really be like if only
We would all pay attention
To those bits of color emerging

Instead of all that grey so suffocating
And it drowns us, but we let it
Because it’s safe and comfortable
To just blend in and never notice
The bits of color I see
Struggling to survive in this so called life