An empty house nobody likes

Nobody likes the empty house, 

The promise ring with no promise, 

A black hole with no explanation. 

This book brings horror and discomfort. 

For which every man tries to make amends

Black and white things may seem, 

But rich color is all we seek. 

A never ending endeavor to create and innovate. 

Shall we ever come to an end?

To not succumb to reality is the goal of many. 

Those who agree, never stop imagining. 

Is it blue? Is it green? I think it's both, 

Questions arrive as a form of respite, 

To fill a hole in existence, in our soul, to satisfy our minds

Author's Note

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