My eyes see colors but not the same
The colors are dimmed, muted and gray
I ask myself if the colors are still the same
If maybe changing the shades is all in my head
Why do I have memories
Of bright colors when I was young?
Why did 10 years ago seem to be
A completely different shade of life?
I wonder if I put on some glasses
Glasses that cover up life
I can’t seem to see the same
As I used to once upon a time
Perhaps I am forcing my eyes to see what I want
Perhaps I see with a wounded heart
What if the colors are still there?
What if I’m keeping them from myself?
To realize it has been me who’s holding back
To realize it has been me choosing the dark
Can I somehow change it back?
How does one go about it, how does one see the light?
I guess the only thing to do
Is to choose to see as I used to do
Find that old switch and flip it on
Perhaps then I will see the light
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Lily
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