Roses are red,
This, i assume.
Like many things i see in my room.
Laptops are black.
Carpet is brown?
How can i be sure,
Take one look around!
You say, what is blue, is blue. I do too.
But what's blue to you, to me, may be new
Perhaps with my eyes attached to your brain,
You'll, instead, not see "blue", but some color you cant name!
So if roses are red,
And violets are blue,
Then your confident enough.
This was written as a sort of promotion for a poetry contest.
The beginning is an obvious play on "roses are red, violets are blue", creeping into a philosophical curiosity of it's truth.
