finding the blue.

I walk bare feet on the roads every night

I roll my body on the wet grass

I look at the dark blue sky and wonder

Is the sky seeing the grass as green?

What if it’s green is different from mine

What if it’s green is my blue?

I had this friend

Very good in studies but bad in sports

He just couldn’t run

His parents kept saying

Run! Run! Run!

He fell down

We are trapped in an illusion

We can’t admit things

We can’t digest the fact that sky can see differently than us

We want the grass to be green in all eyes

We forget that all colors unite

To make a beautiful rainbow

Why is green more important

My friend, In order to become green

Lost its own blue

And became colorless

Empty

Now, he wanders here and there

To find his blue

By walking bare feet on the roads every night

Rolling his body on the wet grass

And looking at the dark blue sky.