I was born into a world so black and white
With a complex complexion,
Life through resurrection and I'm here to revive my succession
this world is my teacher and class is now in session.
Topic subject, Rebirth.
That feeling you hide when you're hurt but feel alive and your dead inside it's called apathy, tragically that's me with a past to prove it. But I'm just a student. I study this worlds past so that I may become prudent. I find in time that thinking to much can be the death of me. Tragically I don't get paid to think said the teacher so I stop only to find that when I act instead of think I feel reborn. Torn from color but burdened blue I'm a complex complexion with a worldly hue.