The Colours Of The World

We were sent down to earth

All of us in white

Our thoughts and ideations all different

But our principles in the correct light

 

In the midst of all this 

We assumed a mask 

To betray or to amuse?

Is a question that I ask 

 

When we look into a mirror,

We hardly recognise the person in front 

It was all the colours that tainted the white 

Our visions obscured by that little stunt 

 

It's these colours of the world 

So attractive and bright 

Drawing us towards them 

It sheds our light 

 

Just a little bit of colour 

And there will be a contrast 

From the mass of tantamount 

White would be the colour of the past. 

 

We were so blinded by the colours 

Tainting our beautiful white 

We are compelled to owe it to ourselves 

To view life from a different sight 

 

There now will be a new contrast

By washing life’s colours out 

From the mass of tantamount 

White would be the colour most sought out.