Puppeteering

Puppet becomes perfection.

Always playing a part.

It is hard to achieve,

Harder to ignore.

In the game,

All are pawns.

They are bishops.

Control is theirs,

It is the way.

Salvation comes in the bottom of a glass

And hate controls every move.

Non existent love,

Taunts from the sun.

Unreachable places beckon,

The chain tightens.

Never to know,

Past the bubble.

Life is taupe and pale grey,

Color shines on the other side.

Find the color,

The beautiful sunshine.

There is only one way.

You know how,

There is no need to tell.

Instilled at birth,

Silence is your best quality.

Your only hope.

You must see in color.

The rose glasses are gone,

You see how you have lived

A shadow of life.

More is needed,

To sustain life.

Color is needed.

Black and white may be easier,

But color is complex.

It may harm,

But also help.

Color is salvation.