Contrasts

Drawn, to contrast

With a personal past 

We debate a view

Which may be untrue

Colors strike, a contrast 

Their palette’s vast 

The mind imitates

Colors love and hate 

The sun has no contrast

Its light can’t be miscast 

It comes to earth pure 

Won’t change what we endure 

In a place beyond contrast 

We are not an outcast 

To return, it’s where we belong

Is not a worldly swan song