All I really wanted was a sign.
I just wanted somebody to tell me to try.
And then when no one did,
I realized that only I could decide;
to either live my life or just wait to die.

I've never cared for money.
Even less for politics.
All of the lies and the chaos
always seemed to make me sick.
I hate going to school,
but I guess I'll play the game.
Or maybe I will quit one day, sellout,
and chase the fame.
I can solve a math equation,
so people insist that I'm smart.
But it's never felt like much to me,
compared to others art.
Others tell me I'm slow
and lack common sense.
But common is boring
so I don't take offense.

red is the blood on my knuckles
when I get mad and punch
the wall.

yellow is what I see when I
close my eyes and listen
to a happy song.

green is when I'm jealous
and I have to bite my tongue.
and then we're back to
red, red, red
as I taste the blood.

blue is when
I'm all choked up
and trying not to cry.
But blue is also serenity-
the ocean and the sky.

pink is how I fall in love.
and how I dance and ride my bike.

grey is when I'm inbetween
the colors black and white.

black is when I've sunken deep,
and feel that no one cares.

and white is when I first wake up
and see you laying there.

"You are blind to what you hear,"
A wise man once said.
So I keep my eyes wide open,
even when I'm in my bed.

Tell a kid anything
and they'll make sure to listen.
Whether it's the boogeyman,
or politics,
or religion.

Let's teach children to dig deeper,
to find things on their own.
Words will just brainwash them,
and stay with them
until they're grown.

Show them how to trust themselves
and help them with scraped knees.
And if they still want to
read the Bible,
let them do as they please.

"You are blind to what you hear,"*
A wise man once said.
So I'll keep my eyes wide open
and I will until I'm dead.

Burning down buildings,
with the fire in their eyes.
It's not about beauty,
nor about size.
It's the unspoken passion,
how easily they lie.
Being kind and charming,
but still making boys cry.
Some love sports,
and others- hair bows.
Both are still lovely
from their head to their toes.
Each one so different,
but all of them smart.
3 billion exist,
this Earth's full of art.