Color the Road

Always ponder what is coming yonder. Here it is again: The responsibility that I am real The belief that none of this is real And even when I swirl Can't let it bring me down But maybe I could be okay with being down I guess I'm at a crossroads As always With rainbows, with rainbows My choices color the road That's all I really know I keep looking back at myself, expecting someone to be there But he's not. I am only amalgamated thoughts Yet I'm delighted by my surprise As I look into my eyes I see the color wheel, refracting from the blinding light of what I feel I guess I'm at a crossroads As always With rainbows, with rainbows My choices color the road That's all I really know I could pick the green road, but what if I'm the blue road? Don't you understand? There's no window into someone's mind So why are we always defined? I think it makes us calm to live in black and white While fluctuating fractals blend and bend in spite I guess I'm at a crossroads As always With rainbows, with rainbows My choices color the road That's all I really know