in the hot noon sun I blinked
a thousand singing colors gone
blended to a light brown haze
of bars, hard bodies and jobs
bringing to life new normals
toasts to nothing, little to say
I used to be my own color, before color went away
blue and burning and bright
cold and close, too hot to hold
I used to be my own color, before the death of color
before being young felt oh so old
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