Consider this:
Everything that they told you
Molds you but blindfolds you
Everyone you ever knew
Always was a part of you
Every time you want to stare
Means you aren’t anywhere
Every truth that you refuse
is a lie that’s just confused
Anything you thought you found
waits for you to come around
Anyone that now inspires
probably once lacked desire
Anytime you thought they’d break
Was, no question, your mistake
Any truth with waters edge
Fails to grasp its honest pledge
The grays, the blacks contained herein
The blood spilled quick by thin, pricked, pin
These hues account for part of what
the light we think is consummate
Your life will search more color, still,
one day, you’ll find…you’ve had your fill.
