Staring off with iridescent vision,
a relative opinion based on position:
Nothing’s wrong. Nothing’s right.
Saturate the riddle with colloquial butterflies.
There’s no room for greyscale.
There’s nothing in consolation.
The patterns are bold in black and white.
It’s neither right or wrong, so make your choice!
Take off into confusion,
settle down in the assertion
of universal application.
If it's all the same, then it's in every way the exact same!
There’s no room for greyscale.
There’s nothing in consolation.
The patterns are bold in black and white.
It’s neither right or wrong, so draw the line!
Stare into the picture a long, long, long time.
Study every detail.
Can't you recognize you?
No surprise. It's been a long, long, long time.
Do you even know who you are?
Trying to comprehend your id.
Just can't make sense of this ink.
