Remember you loved the times spent in the smoky haze?
Do you smile about the day you flaunted the Acquisition?
Notice how you could never be satisfied with any amount of time,
But was actually content with the smallest of Acknowledgements?
Did it overwhelm you to write a story?
And read it out to others?
And now, you barely remember it, but know exactly how it goes?
Can you write it all over again, if the colors came back?
What about waiting endlessly?
Remember how eager you were on colorful days?
And was the whole season like one big day?
Or was it like it took forever for a minute to go by?
And remember you were a sensitive bud?
Or were you an angry ant?
That could bite anything that came its way?
Or were you like a lonely guitar waiting to be picked up, but happy to be left alone?
Were you a young girl then?
Or a young boy?
And were you always blamed for things you didn’t even do?
Did you even have a clue?
Were you worried, but didn’t exactly know what the worry was?
Was love the greatest beat ever?
Or was it popularity?
Or looking good?
Or was it being in love with a popular good looker?
Did you look good? But you cared anyway, didn’t you?
Did these colors come to you?
Was it time that you really waited for?
Did music matter to you?
Did the words in the song mean more to you then?
Do you remember feeling these colors?
All of them? Or some?
Will you keep it to yourself?
Like the secrets you had.
Or will you color my world?
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