Pink Is Blue

Pink Is Blue

They're always mine when I need to see them
A point in time where I lack my freedom
Enters quickly into my conscience
Never leaves even with some maintenance

I've been stuck in the middle
Of a dubious puzzle
I can't tell where to go now
This all seems to little

What is real is present, misleading
Always warped by senses, a secret
But am I so different
Then the ones that see it

Colors washed over numbers
Smelling sounds of the summer
Lexical observations
Forcing some complications

It's always here when I keep my eyes closed tight