COLOR AND THE LACK OF

The neon lights illuminate everything

Until it spills

Then, all the bugs, in awe, sucking at its glory, scramble for cover

Get me away from here honestly

I dream and imagine of riches belonging to an ancient hidden city

Only talked about in textbooks long forgotten and unused

The diverging hues, the swirls twinking in the eyes

Now a fix you crave

Becomes an illusion to see the other side of

It clouds your judgment

And the swirls, the diverging hues on the canvas give a large-than-life

impression

Your textbooks were wrong

You were wrong

Head buried in the sand

Not looking enough

Imagination has a expiration date

Painted in gold

Relics unpreserved, make way

The black hole opens up

And a vacuum will fill the void

Since God can't do it anymore