I stand on the edge of an abyss A spectator amongst a world of explorers What could possibly be out there for me If I enter they’ll know I’m amiss
I see the beautiful colors shining through their lives My hues just aren’t quite the same It’s a traveling circus of lights and sounds You must know the rules to play the game
And that’s just it now isn’t it The rules were never in any book Or perhaps I am illiterate My hues have always contrived my look
Do what you will to define me Paint up a picture as big as the sky Hire professionals: detectives and lawyers I’ll invite them in, I’ll let them pry
But I stand on the edge of an abyss I know somethings out there for me Melding my colors may be parlous But I crave the solidarity