We are like little children,
working in reverse, in a game we will not win.
The world, our coloring book,
upon which we keep drawing lines.
Straight lines, curved lines,
squiggly lines saying who goes where.
But, those damn colors of the world!
They keep moving outside the lines.
Black crosses here. White appears over
there. Yellow makes an appearance, and
does not seem to care about the overall
Red and brown insist on acting as if they
see no lines, when clearly they are there!
Every color of the world not
staying within the lines.