Life is made by sorrows
By sadness and despair
Life is made by memories
And words that aren't quite there

Life is wrapped in pieces
And fed to children by the spoon
Life is made by hopes and dreams
And shot far over the moon

Life is full of happiness
But overwhelmed by the pain
And life is full of moments
Like dancing in the rain

Now life can feel so simple
And then take its final toll
Before you realize the fun is over
And now you're growing old

Life will have its ups and downs
Its burdens and its dreams
Life will take its time in pain
And speed through joy like movie scenes

Life will hurt the one that lives
And praise the one who cries
But the beauty in our humanity
Is finding meaning in our lives

We're not meant to live in black in white
We're meant to learn and feel
Our thoughts and our emotions
Are the things that make us real

When my brain starts spinning
I count the red things in my room
And when I run out of red things
I count the color blue

I count until the moment
I stand to give my speech
I feel my heart wrench in stomach
I feel the pressure in my feet

There's a cyclone in my head
Tearing up memories as it dives through
But now I can't stop the spinning
There's no more red things in my room

Piece by piece they're pulling us apart
As Time rips, controversy shreds
As they pull us to our separate oceans
We fight each other again

He won't listen to me speak
They won't let me in this room
The world won't even look at me
For I wear the color blue

He who shares my same last name
She who shares my blood
Shun me because I won't wear red
Wish to cut out my tounge

Society as it's walls grow taller
Pray on friendships demise
Watch it's families break apart
Silence neutral cries

Feed us only our own view point
Teach us to hate the other
Those in power who smile big
As intellectuals shudder

Break us down person by person
Teach us through AI
Bright red armed with insults
My faded blues cry

I don't hate you because you have opinions
Don't hate the red blue or even green
I respect you because you're a person
Why can't you do the same for me

Blinking is slowly killing me
Every time the world turns off
I feel peace
Blink again and again until I don't remember
That my eyes are even closing
They tell me it's natural

How is natural to feel such peace
Only the moment the sky goes away
Just in the moment the world starts to fade
Why do I love to leave

My brain operates like my messaging skills
Typed out my heart.
Deleted every word.
Forgotten.

I suppose I should cling to what I feel
But the moment they surface they feel
Too unreal
So I delete them from my head
Watch them until they're dead
Forget that it's ok to feel