THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[theMuzzl3]

Every Color Turns Gray

Used to watch the news.
Filled me with the blues.
Hell storm comes down on all of us, and then our suffering brings us together.
Synthesized representations of us, and our world; tougher, but smothered.
Unlimited possibilities, all synchronized into one entity; heading in the direction of the train tracks of attachment... the bus goes on into infinity.
Played over and over… until it all becomes the same record spinning, even after it becomes scratched uncontrollably.
The color spectrum becomes more colors than the finite amount we are collectively seeing; suddenly we view an unending amount of hues.
The grey is the counterpoint of all of the colors, and then we begin to truly see.
A step up from our realty is all of us agreeing on the unlimited potential of our collective consciousness.
Step onto the mothership, and then we can mend our situation; rewrite existence with a collective pen of conscientiousness.
Manipulated from the beginning, we all meet in the end. But it all depends, on you, my friend.