Colors

So many questions

And all we want are answers.

Why is the sky blue?

Why is the sunset pink?

It’s the way light reflects

It’s a trick of the eyes

Our senses have fooled us

The sky is not blue

The sunset not pink

Colors are illusions

But what if

The illusion is an illusion

What if the sky is blue

The sunset is pink

The grass is green

But we want to believe

That we’ve made it up

That the colors aren’t real

We want to be fooled

Because it is an answer

Because how else could

The sky be blue, how else

The sunset pink?

Nothing we can find

Makes the colors exist

The only answer is no

They are not real

It is the perfect answer

But what if it is wrong?

Why do we need an answer?

Why can’t the sky be blue,

The sunset be pink, the

Grass be green, and you

Love me, for the mere sake

Of being? Does beauty need

A reason? Does joy require

An answer?

I'm praying for you!

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