“People are strange when you’re a stranger”
                               – Jim Morrison

I’m a freak of nature.
I have for my eyes
One blue, one green.
And my eyes

They talk to me.
They tell me stuff
Like “you’re strange,
You have one green eye
And the other blue.”

They would point to people
And say “see, see,
That is what normal
Looks like.

Deep black eyes.
Brown eyes,
Red.” Red? Where? That one’s
Definitely an addict.

Such strange eyes they are
Telling me that I’m strange
When they are the ones
In different colors.

Yes I’m a freak of nature.
I may not see the blue in things
Or the green. Colors, it seems,
Are mere prismic reflections
Of memories.

The green, the blue,
The blood-shot red,
The normal and the strange,

They are all in white.
The wheel never stops spinning
And the spectrum of voices
Are all mine.