I wonder about you.
If you see colors the way I do?
I wonder how things taste to you?
You experience the world very different
From the way I do.
I see colors in rays of light.
You refuse to look in the light’s direction.
The start of a new day is unwelcome to you
Instead of filled with possibilities as it is for me.
I tend to flow with life’s ups and downs.
Whilst you view life as your permanent adversary.
I know you used to
See love and life the way I do.
And I pray that that view returns to you.
Stace The Stoic 