Conceptual bias

Are the colours of the world
something to sing about
something to worry less
something to agree upon

Is the blind fortune
a way to get impossible
a way to ease conscience
a way to accept fate

Is a true faith
a thing of most impact
a thing of the past
a thing never to be

Is a true love
a mere necessity
a mere fantasy
a mere crazyness

You try to shuffle ideas
out of pure insight
out of childish frolic
out of their indeterminacy

You wanna be a true someone
so close to dream
so improbable
so accountable