COLORS :: daddygiff :: Original Poetry

COLORS

COLORS

THINKING WAY TO MUCH

WITHOUT A THOUGHT IN MY BRAIN—

TOSSED SALAD AND SCRAMBLED EGGS…

MY MIND IS A RUNAWAY TRAIN—

JUST DON’T ASK A LOT OF QUESTIONS—

OR GIVE ME ATTITUDE…

AND YOU WON’T SEE THE EVIL ME

THAT ONLY HAS ONE MOOD—

ANGER AND VIOLENCE

HOSTILITY AND PAIN…

SHUTTING DOWN ALL EMOTION AND THOGHT

CRAZY AND INSANE—

HOPEFULLY THIS MEDICINE WORKS

TO BALANCE OUT MY HEAD—

AND GIVE MY MIND IT’S COLOR BACK

ALL EXCEPT THE RED !