Colour My World
I spend my days and some very long nights.
Preoccupied with the black and whites.
Expectations, things too not and too do.
The social rules, that govern me and you.
Often grey can cloud the view.
Confuse, confound and leave us blue.
With do no harm, one of the golden rules.
A rule that many, think only for fools.
One they, therefore, choose to bend, abuse.
They roll right over me and you.
Careless, heedless of the harm they do.
We who feel their booted heal.
Know the world can frequently, fail to feel.
Realise that things are neither black nor white.
It's in the shades and colours too
That kindness brings a different hue.
Of colours soft and bold, both bright and new.
A rainbow reason to think things through.