No one really talks of it,
Maybe I’m the one thinking
Picked me up as it lit,
Sun too had me blinking
Maybe I’m the one thinking
The green is more like itself,
And the red is no better
While blue is just myself,
I see the black as calmer
Maybe I’m the one blinking
Every mask has it’s face,
Ever face does it’s talking
Stories from this headspace,
And eyes go low haunting
Maybe I’m the one talking
By Shreyas 
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