Many colors, many choices
Like the sands of time.
Sometimes it tears me apart
Not having any reason.
But that's the way I came in...
Having no reason.

Many colors I do see
With these eyes of mine.
Many choices I do have
With this mind of mine.
And yes, it can
Tear a person apart,

Even makes a person
Go completely mad...
The colors, the choices.
So we surround our lives
With the many colors,
Many choices,

To become favorites
To one of each.
Mine is blue
And my choice
Well, I choose you,

And like the
Sands of time,
Forever and always,
Of the many colors
Many choices,
The blue
And you.

© Robert H. Green 1999

(Published with permission)
 

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