I won’t paint you a pretty picture
Just to set your mind at ease
If you don’t like my contrast color wheel
By all means, you may leave.
My primary colors are bold
Though long since washed away
The center of this masterpiece
Is now a faded grey.
Look beyond the middle
See the colors I once bore
Though you’ll only find me on the edges
Now curled, frayed, and tore.
My signature has been erased
No watermark remains,
Though a scholar might uncover me,
They’ll never know my name.
