A common object taken for granted,
Associated with many, and never for few,
The object some take as constant,
Color feeds off of one's vision, but
What would life be like without color?
No red to warm your day up,
Or blue to cool it down,
What would life be like without color?
No green to comfort you,
Or yellow to brighten your day,
What would life be like without color?
No orange for the smog-emitting buses,
Or purple for the blooming flowers of spring?
Sadly, one with color would not know

Free falling, nothing to hold onto,
Tumbling down the hill of question
While answers stick to the mind,
What would life be like without sight?
Taking for granted my colorless eyes,
While someone less fortunate sees nothing!
In front of them and afar,
No motion or feeling, blankness
A dark, black, and never-ending abyss,
A mind filled with empty desires, a void,
Looking around, nothing for your eyes to grab,
Sitting in infinite curiosity, wondering
Empirically impossible to understand,
Forever clogging the thoughts of the few