God intended it to be green, blue and yellow,
He forget what was to be remembered the most,
It was his, but to god it was a twisted mirage of reality ,
Shoddy and pale was the reflection of his black soul,
He chucked the wisdom and chuckled at his actions,
What lay behind was life, ahead was just the burnt ash .
(I am trying to give a mould to my thoughts and this is a start so only a small one this time.)
