Color

(for the pint sized poem challenge)

There is this world outside the eyes,
A blinding world of black and white.
No pencil can draw this blank-
No paint can stab the laws,
Of what the human eyes see.
A line of nothing, but lies and greed.
Color isn't real,
Color is all we want.
When the chaos swirls, and draws into,
It's life and whirl- singularity.
That frantic world is what I see-
Between the worlds of black an white,
Color has burst out, bleeding with it's light.
And drag the world to living life.
So long the world of black and white.