Black And White

I look up so I can see the color of the sky And by its color I know if it's going to storm But, unto that color should my senses always comply Then why for me should the sky conform. I too know the color of the water that we drink If it's brown it's dirty and if it's clear it's clean But that analyzation was taught to me from a kitchen sink That is how I was learnt, so that is my own routine. We all know the color of each other's skin But, do we know the color of our own heart By my color should I be hated or loved or judged for a sin Or should I be painted and deemed as a work of art. They say that the steps up to heaven they are painted gold And that the steps into hell they are a fiery red What is the true color of the evildoer and also that of the bold Maybe GOD will show us, and maybe we all were mislead. The lucky man is the man who cannot see or look Whom is blind and colors are an illusion and a facade Colors are stories he hears about, and also heard read from a book Do we even know the color of our soul, or the color of GOD. I look up at the sky at night and the sky it is pitch black Except for the moon and stars which are a shimmering light I would be happy being blind with my head covered with a sack Colors or no colors, I think would rather see everything in black and white. Randy L. McClave