the colors

Down for a walk by the river
One downtrodden step
In front of another
Off the beaten path
The ground gives out underneath
And brings you to the feet
Of a man you’ve sworn you’d met before
Different from all the others
And the colors
The ones you said you never saw before
But the colors
Are so much brighter now

You’d sold your soul to be young
So why are you surprised to be so old?
Shook the red hand of the man with a million names
A million faces a million shapes
If the deal was real
Why do you feel so used?
At such a steal
You’re one of another million

The colors are euphoric
Thrown right into the flame
Congratulations
Was all the worth it
The room of fools is
Infatuated
With everything you have to offer
Don’t expect any cover
Dancing to death for the clouds of gray
Praying for a rainy day
When hell freezes over

There’s no spades in the corner
What the hell is room temperature
When the colors are getting warmer
Temptation ties your hands up again
The answers failed to explain

© 2009 by Matt Bonham