True

A lot of confusions,

dwelling on those who see,

the true skin behind furred layer,

the beauty in ugly.

No effort at all to see,

just give up blindfold,

and make up mind,

for it to see clearly.

World isn't black or white,

or even fading her tones,

the colors are getting crazy,

the work of artist called human.

Green is nature, black is night,

I would say no no,

for they speak no one thing,

they speak for the one who thinks.

No one thing is absolute