I think I see the black in things that are in colors
because the world is dark with an infinite series of events
I could sing of its colors but instead I sing only of
Black tangibility and black reality
Palpable absurdity
Exists in the void, Exists in
the void
Because life is not all dreams and goals and missions and happiness
Sometimes it is black
Demanding recognition of
the hard parts
Death is real, Sickness is real
Loneliness is real
We are afraid
Afraid of change, of transition and variation
but we need to live with it all
All bits and pieces which make us human
Or else we are not
Human at all