Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes
Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside
Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort
Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way
Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites
Giving up and letting go of reality
Realizing being delusional is so much easier to cope
If you think about it, though, that is so scary to do
Perhaps It might be better to hold on for dear life
Focusing on looking before leaping
Really made life easier and gave him so much self-confidence moving forward
Of course, at this particular moment, it was getting a bit warmer, but everything would be just fine
Going to enjoy this sauna environment as it keeps getting hotter slowly until …
Many hands make the chore light
And that was his philosophy through life
Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could
Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.
Flying through the air with a flick of the wrist
Leaving the heft of the situation behind, if only for a moment
It was his way of making these hard days a small bit easier
Not that Ginger cared about that. She just wanted to enjoy her time with him, but it
Gave him a breather from life while he waited for the collie to bring the frisbee back
Perhaps he should just conform to the pirates’ code
And just wear the basic black
That would make things so much easier
Considering how much he loved to stand out, though
He put back on the rhinestone studded one, even though it hurt because it looked fabulous!
Putting her money where her mouth is was always difficult
It seemed easier to not think and go with her heart in those circumstances
Casting the dice down the green felted table, she closed her eyes
Knowing that whatever happened, her life was going to be changed forever
The rat race isn’t getting any easier
Running as fast as you can in circles
And all you can hope for is some crappy medal
Consider what would happen if you tried a different sport?
Kick off those tired sneakers and grab a javelin?
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Maybe I would fit in if he just compromised a little bit
If he could be just a bit more flexible with his morals
Shift a bit in his political views one direction or another
Find a niche where the contrast grayed out just a bit more
It would make things so much easier in life
The fact that that would break him leaves him with no choice and loneliness
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