Down by the lakefront
I live in a black and white world
Bottling my kaleidoscope
To be carried to the distant
I am never satisfied
In a world of colour
For in a black and white world
There will alway be possibility
There is a drive I thrive on
A burning flame of passion
Raw, unfixed thoughts
Uncoloured dreams
Down by the lakefront
Captured in a black and white photo
No blue to your sky, no green to weeds
More room for visions for the unsatisfied soul
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