Bursts of color

And intuition

Blinding me enough

To make me see

Though this may sound crazy

It makes complete sense

Because of the way I interpret

L i f e

This has no meaning

Yet it explains the world

It shows how we see everything

And pretend we don't.

We have bursts of color

That come with the intuition

Yet we do nothing

With the knowledge we own

Do you see the colors

Of our very own stupidity?

I do.