Red, green, yellow, blue

I see people of every hue.

Going through life as happy as can be,

But to most this isn’t the reality.

Still life, beauty to be appreciated

Motionless, still, constantly depreciated.

That’s how most of us are,

We seem so connected and yet so far.

A smile, a friendly exchange,

We live, enjoy, engage.

Identifying friend from foe,

We seem so connected,

But are we, the thought reflected.

For do you really know this person; the acquaintance, the friend,

Or does your mind just approach another dead end?

Life’s unfair; it ends at just us.

When it comes to others, you don’t see the fuss. 

When in fact we’re all the same,

Life’s a cruel game.

You come in; get out

Find yourself weary, distraught,

Not as perfect as everyone thought.

No one hears your silent cry for help, you shout.

You’ve given up trying to sort it out.

Then the cracks begin to appear; you can’t stop this,

Your life’s a mess and so is his.

Let go, open your eyes

And you realize,

We’re all red, blue, yellow, green.

We’ve been laid bare as one being.

In that lies the beauty of life.

We’re all connected in our strife.

Still life, beauty to be appreciated,

The mosaic was thus created.