Our minds are brightly lit dark places,
Holding millions of faces.

How dreadful thinking has become
Because there are myriads of colors,
Not just one.

We fear the moments we allow the rainbows to overwhelm.
But even if we tried, our relaxation is seldom.

You may not see the reasoning behind our troubles.
All you can do is watch as our complications double.

But that's okay.
We never expected you to understand anyway.