So often the colour ascribed is peagreen
Though I see a puce showing through
No reason for it
You say you don’t like it but change nothing
Fear of what?
Failing or just incase you succeed and are accused of changing
Stay afraid to open your eyes
Your mind and stagnate like those before
Imagine you are different and see
The mistakes they made and you who are afraid
Repeat as it may mark you different
Tell yourself you’re owed everything
You must surely get it then right?
And still you stand there angry at the world