I’ve loved black since I was asked,

But my favorite color should be white:

I’m a mix of all true colors,

Afraid of the absence of light.

Hope is a tricky topic,

There are better words to stay bemused.

The tides are white on a windy night

Beaming, evanescently, soothed.

My name is Jack, my trade is all-

too interested to hold one course.

I’ve sat aroun’, been homeward bound,

Enlightened without recourse.

Nirvana sits inside of me like

A POW feeling trapped:

No matter how much I’m tortured

He won’t show me the secret map.

This brown color of my muddled mind

Lurks amidst stagnant waterways—

Primary reasons became secondary,

The fire of apathy lives to raze.