It was the labels.
  ....
They started this war.

Realization of what is and was never.
Forgetting what is not and once was.

Coloring the shades in between black and white,
only to erase it all at once.
A blank paper to symbolize 'start'
Black may be 'the start of end'


I feel the words of labels disappear.
Meanings
gone.

I see my care to understand this low,
I find my care to find out grow.

Where does my joy go?
Only 'he' above may know.
If only
...
does 'he' know?