Human Colors
Face gone pale
Skin runs cold
I sing a young tale
From lips feeling old
Of a recent reflection
On my time here
My life as a projection
And all I've learned
As my body shakes
And my mind unsheathes
Worlds collide
And images breathe
All before an atmosphere of blue
People have gone too fast
Approach too slow
Nothing ever lasts
Long enough to grow
Time would freeze
For a camera lens
But not for the passing
Of a long-lived friend
Cold and alone
Eyes turning blue
I'm beginning to zone
As the world changes hues
At the end of moments
Is this all there is?
I don't think anyone knows
Because no one ever says
Questions I could never heed
Fear and anticipation collides
And begin to breed
All before an atmosphere of blue
People start to pass
Blind and deaf
To what hurt the world has done in the past
And even to my own death
We began eating the fruits of knowledge
Only to find they've been rotten
Leaving us standing on the edge
Ourselves forgotten
Our minds turn blue
And someone beginning to fade
Sees the world
From somewhere far, far away
The details are small
And reality becomes irrelevant
We might at one time feel tall
But eventually we're all spent
The assembly line whirrs
And we slowly sort through life
The hands of time turn
All before an atmosphere of blue
Face gone pale
Skin runs cold
Sinking into dirt so blue
I sing the oldest tale ever told
Of how Gods have forgotten
And in the crowds we fade
Of dying fields of cotton
And our very last day
How hatred entangles
And our loved-ones have angles
How we take our first step
And it'll be the last one we ever take
We stop for a night's rest
Then our journeys we forsake
As blood ceases to flow
And images halt motion
No one ever knows
Or at least there is no emotion
The planet keeps spinning
And things never better
Our spirits are thinning
Before an atmosphere of blue
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Deep, I
know. The inspiration for this poem is assorted observations and songs,
it's just something I ended up throwing together without thinking about
it. I hope you all enjoy it, and I'd really like to hear what you think
about it, even if it is just a senseless flame, I'd still like to know.
Hiroko Hana
