Color by Number

You predefine where I can draw a line. Or tell me how to write a rhyme. But you cannot choose the color of the day.

You tell me what goes with what. If I am silly or acting a nut. But a question I have if I may?

Who has the final say on matters? On this, that, or the later. Whoever made these rules we use.

For rules are at the root of the issue. I despise them, I will never miss you. For with them I feel the abuse.

You confine my creative nature. With your color by number legislature. Free me from these external constraints.

And with the bonds now loose, I walk free. To soar like a bird, whatever I want to be. To color anything, free of restraint.


24 thoughts on “Color by Number

  1. Be sure when you colour the skies purple or green, to use a toothpick dipped in mud or blood, or anything in between, because to paint a colour by its name is to surrender to the very chains you’d freed yourself from.


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