There are times we men are just that... Color Blind
At times we look over the white
picket fence when its actually beige
We stare and the beautiful green grass
when it's actually muddy brown
We stare at pearl black cars whose curves are out of this world
only to find out its navy blue
Were constantly searching for bigger or better
following that animal instinct to want 'Something New'
Usually we already possess the best possible gift made specifically for us
A pie that looks as good as it taste, but being A greedy man
we always want to taste another man's pie
Some have better self control than others but
many just can't help but allow their animalistic instinct flood their senses
thus leaving. Them..... color blind
A dog is color blind all they see is black and white,
they follow their subconscious and do what they like
They'll sniff, circle, chase, bite and fight
for anything they lay their eyes on and think is just right
Men walk around in heat all day, we wake up in heat, we go to sleep in heat,
Only the experienced, content and smart ones know how to control themselves
While the rest go through hell working to seduce, trick, steal, and kill
Even go as far as traveling to the other side of the world
for only 2 to 5 minutes of what they consider heaven
Osayame Evbuomwan — Copyright ©
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