A color changes in my view.
A color familiar to a color new.
Something new and something scary.
Should I be cautious or should I be wary?

The color feels anything but mellow.
It was neither red nor yellow.
Not a color of Life or of the Dead.
It is not of blue or of red.

The color becomes familiar now.
It starts to dominate. I take a bow.
To not obey I would not dare
for the color I see, it is despair.