So many colors,
But how could I chose,
So many shades,
With nothing to lose.
Am I green like the Earth,
Nourished with life,
Or silver and cold,
Like the blade of a knife?
White like innocence,
Or red like lust,
Blue like the sky,
Or grey like the dust.
Am I the purple of a grape,
Of the richest red wine,
Giving extra life,
As people dine?
Am I the finest gold,
Priceless in value,
Or the blackest of mold,
That's fine without you?
Am I the orange citrus,
That stimulates your sences.
Or the pink ribbon,
That reminds you of chances?
The colors of a sunset,
Or sunrise depending on the time,
Whichever you chose,
Are they any more mine?
The colors of the life filled beaches,
Ocean and sand,
Or am I the color of air,
Simple and bland?
Am I brown like the dirt,
Copper or rust,
The perfect colored flower,
To have is a must?
The yellow of the sun,
Though it's all just paint,
I'm all of them in one,
On the canvas you taint.
