My World is changing

Yesterday was grey Today is pink Last week was truly blue Nothing changes in reality. I just wake up and what was good is now sour. I just wake up and what was scary is now cool. I'm glad it's not the same I would go insane. The world was once my prison And now its peace within. Generally, I like my world, But sometimes it seems such a fight. The pressure to be this being And to say and do and what is right.