The sun looks yellow from where I stand.
Mother says otherwise; this began my belief in paradise.
I get stuck standing at my side, so I see everything else except what's on the other side.
I hear truth calling from the far divide, but I feel so blind cos I am stuck on this side.

The sun looks yellow from where I stand.
I met a man who always says otherwise.
To him, I am color blind, for all, I saw never applied and this caused a great divide.
When I sought to hear him speak, I force myself to believe his foresight, so he said it's orange on the other side, I let my imagination exercise.
I hear truth calling from the far divide, but I feel so blind cos I'm stuck on this side.

The sun I know is yellow on this side.
Somehow I believe the message of orange alongside. But when I met a praying hand, she worried I lied for the color she sees is purple.
To me, I could not relate, never have I saw purple from my side. We often collide hence the reason she didn't abide. Now she becomes a bride, sadly for me, I was denied.
Truth keeps calling, perspective keeps changing but what's constant for my eyes is the color I see when I open my eyes, for I am stuck on this side.

I see yellow, I believed orange, never understood purple, so its demise admits the rubble. However, let the truth be told, our perspective most times is the divide that may be too high for others to climb.
So like me, they are left behind, some try to hide. It doesn't matter for me, however, I believe in paradise and I allow my imagination exercise even if I am stuck on this side and I get left behind. I taste freedom with my mind.
By Gwenevierjones Ehimen