Colors of Cowardice

the colors of the day
seemed to be out of line
with the colors in my head
and nothing ever came along
with the pictures i dreamed

yes! yes! don't tell me
why, why, I know why, why?
i can't seem to move my hands
and turn the knob in my direction
because I am! I am courageless!

that palette of colors
they sing a song of pain
glorifying the dark skies
and the death of the bluest
and am I supposed to fight?

where do I find myself?
how do I defeat nature in art
or have I created art in nature
what, who am I walking into?
I can't differentiate the elements
and myself anymore

it came upon me nothing
is really real today
there are no words in
the books that I live on
they move in and out of
my soul into another

and with the last sip of brandy
I am convinced I see myself
too often in the mirror
I'd rather see someone else's
than that face of cowardice
I'd walk into someone else's
eyes and pretend the bravery..