Colors are a Lie

Colors don’t really exist,

They are the fakest thing I know,

There is no violet or chartreuse,

Or blue or soft yellow.

The pretty pink you think you like,

The red wilting roses in your vase,

Are things you can’t find in the physical world,

And you thought you knew this place.

But colors don’t really exist,

They're just our minds’ own constructions,

Created by the absence of light,

These perceptions have no real function.

Colors are fake, yet we like to pretend,

That colorful things are real,

And I wonder, that, if this is true,

There’s also falseness in the things that we feel.

The red that we find in our hearts,

When we are burning with passion and love,

Is only as genuine as the grass is green,

And the sky is blue above.

The yellow that strikes your soul,

when you feel that spark of bliss,

Is something that just cannot be,

Because there is no true happiness.

That delicate pink that made your heart skip a beat,

Because you saw it flash across his face,

Are just frequencies polarized,

Accidently put there, completely out of place.

The world is shades of black and white,

Complete only with the absence of light,

Filled with inauthenticity,

And unreal perceptions of what feels wrong or right.

Colors don’t really exist,

Just like the emotions that we “feel”,

Because, if even what we see is not true,

Then nothing is truly real.

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