Let them be red,
always violent, tumultuous, full of passion,
but the color of rage.
I’d rather be a light gray,
neutral and calming,
like stately cliffs rising high above the sea
full of the promise of what could be.
To have brought life to barren lands,
to be a powerful force, wild, yet restrained.
To be a bringer of tranquility,
or a new, clean slate.
I’d rather be underappreciated, and
ignored in the pursuit of something more,
than to be overused and abused,
manipulated and modified.
I’d rather be bland, boring, neutral
than a vibrant primary.
If I could find my own way,
I’d rather be a dull, light gray.