Stepped on a spider, look it's dead
God will step me into my deathbed
I'm the spider, catch my drift?
Skating for meaning, thinking I biffed
Went to Red, asked him of life's purpose
Red; never one to bask in earth's surplus
Red spoke of power, responsibility
Alas, not my soliloquy
Met Red's enemy, the peaceful White.
White listened and considered my plight
Declared our worth to be found in peace
I believed, but my faith was on lease
When I saw the evil done by some beasts...
...or maybe when the person kicking my seat wouldn't cease
Thirdly I acquainted with Yellow
Outgoing, never one to be mellow.
My question Yellow had never considered
Said we live for fun, my faith withered
Blue is where my Hail Mary was hurled.
Taught emotion, called friends "necessary"
But I can dance alone,
And some thoughts need to be buried.
Maybe no Colours truly know the way,
But maybe a world of incorrect rainbows
Beats one of faultless grey.
