sometimes the eyes don't function
in the way that they were meant
the building blocks of vision
to the wrong address is sent
the greens and reds together bled
the blues another hue
the light reflecting in the sun
will fail to filter through
some people have to compensate
when robbed of this sweet gift
they have to bob and weave about
and give their knobs a shift
but sadder yet are people
who deny themselves the sight
of vibrant vivid colors
for their minds just seek the night
they shun the melting magic
when they live in shades of gray
the majesty and splendor
are shoved down and pushed away
so if you don't see clearly
reach inside and throw the switch
dig your nails into yourself
and satisfy the itch
its not a case of rods and cones
when centered in the mind
elective color blindness
is the saddest thing you'll find
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