I used to be blank
I thought that thinking would make me weak
And my opinions were nothing more than what others told me

If someone said the sky was blue
Then why shouldn’t it be?
Should I question them?
It sure looks that color anyways

So I was just a girl
A strong, blank girl
Who believed the sky was blue

And then
And then
Someone said the sky was pink
So I decided to mix the two
And call the sky purple

That was the moment I began to think
A thought that was my own:
The sky was purple
And now I was weak

A think here
A think there
Soon my mind was roaming everywhere

You see I never really knew what I believed
Not until I began to think

Thinking was the worst mistake I ever made
It became a prison I could not escape
No! Worse than prison
I was bound by mental chains
I was captive to my brain

Thinking made me weak
And I
I couldn’t sleep

Instead I’d go on evening walks
And one day while the sun was setting
I heard a stranger say the sky looked purple

And I got mad because
Because that was what I think!
So I said no
You know it’s pink
But then I remembered that was someone else’s think
So I thought maybe it was blue
But no
I remembered
Someone else thinked that too

So I just decided to mix the three
Now the sky is black
And that’s how it will always be

I used to be blank
But opinion has twisted my mind to believe
That now I’m not sure what I see

I had an idea
But it made me weak