Roses are red, fresh blood is redder
I really like this, but you like that better
I cannot compete, it does not compute
Wish this would complete, wish I was immune
I wonder why the blue is sky
Why the green is grass, the see-through glass
The pain is dark, the light not pain
Explanation please, do not refrain
When I see red I think of fire, of love and the heat of true desire,
Blue makes me sad, the violets fading, true love gone, only degrading
Green is nature, everywhere –
The grass, the trees, the thought to care
I dream in color and see in shades,
It’s everywhere, but eventually fades