Subtle shades of jealousy, painted red hundred times over
Masking it with the sparingly understood word of compassion, false compassion
Subtle shades of sadness painted yellow hundred times over
Not brave enough to trust that people might understand for once
Subtle shades of pure joy, painted black hundred times over
Always afraid of judgement, afraid to be truly happy
Subtle shades of true love, painted blue hundred times over
To not be branded blind, but to be known as loving for convenience
Ah! Such is the condition of the world today that doth thrive on falsities
Thus sayeth a wise philosopher...
