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.