Have you ever thought about the colour of thought?
Is it rainbow, monochrome, or just pure white?
It's a tricky thing to think about its colour
First it's trying to fill us with a universe
Full of candies, candles, joy, and hopes
Then shifting between life and death
As if it was afraid of losing its substance
To Death itself. We seldom think about those
Dark, foreboding colours in which Death dwells
Only to accept it in the end as part of our lives

The colour determines who we are and
What we really want, yet we are the master
Of our own persona and passion. We created
Our own thoughts, and they created who we are
Or rather, what it means to be us. It serves both as
A source of order and chaos. And we are its prisoner
Until some of us managed to find a dreaded loophole

As long as our mind is composed by animalistic lust
And we are more concerned with having than being, then
There shall be no answers. Only more and more question.

[Banyuwangi, 03/06/18]