The color of God is without distinction or clause
Life holds for us a continuum of estranged paradoxes
Work with me, and likewise I will work for you
Show me something that has no choice and I will seek
It is as if the vacuum only opens at one end
Where I am to spin and then become on twined
I have looked to believe, and it took a voice to hear
I watched as life as it would seem shared a commonality,
Walk as I do and I will not walk away
I saw the trees dance with a blurred vision, my tongue frozen
I spoke to much as it were, before and then now
I will guess again at the meanings that ponder all souls
Whom shall have a definitive answer? not I
All the characters walk like a play written poem
Questioning only was is dared and guessing what might
Who claims to know the beginning of separating of ones heart
Colors are not meant to be seen solo, but well mixed
these glasses of mine are of the color of roses
I dare myself to take them of, and yet, insist they are for me
No man shall see all the colors when wearing his/hers prescriptions
Life holds not one, but so many decisions deferents
So how is it that a distinction or clause has variables
I must show myself
