The Color of the World

A dreary little light
Something I can't see with sight
A moment where nothing seems like everything
A place where the world truly believes
Something that might be blue or black
Maybe it is white and red
Or just the color of the world

A memory of just dream
The splendid delight of just knowing
That pink and yellow hues
Maybe the kind that remains in a nice purple shadow
That resembles the color,
oh wonderful color of the world

I sadness that just happened
A essence of death
Cloudy, thunderous nightmare
That painful greyness
The darkness no one sees
The silver only there
That blandness that no one wants to experience
The angst of the anti-light, with the green envy,
And none gold lining in the sky
That nasty color, somewhat ugly world.