Dark Colors

The rotting leaves,
Still give color to the ground beneath,
It just isn’t the color you want to see.

The torrential rain,
Swerves from lane to lane,
Still gives life to the mud that’s held down by the grass,
Still provides camouflage to those hooded lovers,
Sharing a first kiss over an overpass.

Is it the color you wanted it to be?
Do you not see any color at all?
Breaking your arms to stay at arms length,
Maybe these dark colors aren’t as dark as you believe.

The California air,
Built brick by brick by silicone tin,
A greenhouse made of contaminated glass,
Bottle it up in a glass,
A mixture of hypocrisy and ash.

But it’s where make believe is so powerful it makes new beliefs,
New words and new creeds,
Make lemonade using limelight,
Everything is black and green at the same time.

But is it the color you wanted it to be?
Do you see any color at all?
Do you think the color always exist?
Or is it dependent on your rise and fall?

Breaking your arms to stay at arms length,
Maybe those dark colors aren’t as dark as you believe.

The abandoned factory,
Barricaded by the 21st century,
Nothing is produced in assembly,
Nothing but memories,
Nostalgia sold in sugarcane,
This town was built on mass produced pain.

But now the city is weak,
They are slowly nursing it back to life,
But they keep the smoke clouds there,
They some how give our darkness light.

Is it what you expected it to be?
The days go slow, the years come in droves,
Is it what you wanted it to be?
Swallowing your pride, but tied down by your ego,
Is it the color you expected it to be?
Isn’t a rotting tree still a little green?

Breaking your arms to stay at arms length,
Maybe those dark colors aren’t as dark as you believe.

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