What are the colors of memories?
Do they come with a radiant glow?
Are they etched in our minds
By the eternally blind
Or are they broken with nothing to show?

What are the colors of memories?
Do you hold them in higher regards?
Are they blessed with the truth?
Have I outlived my youth?
Or were they taken leaving only fresh scars?

What are the colors of memories?
Do you find them to be bland and obtuse?
Are they typically pale
Or on a much grander scale
Dulled over from way too much use?