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Boxing Prisms
I change stained panes with absent guile
 To suit each new required style
 It’s what I knew white light can do
 If it’s a rainbow I am too
 I’ll shine right through each different hue
 - But only for a little while
 
 Long ago, when I was green
 And hadn't yet stepped on the scene
 I wrung dry every morsel fed
 To me by those who stuffed my head
 And from every book I read
 - At least now I’ll impress the dean
 
 Once in a while I turn yellow
 And I can be totally mellow
 Unwind and find a quiet mind
 Leave every stressful thought behind
 Pity it takes substance of kind
 - At least I give a nice hello
 
 Orange is when mania sends
 It does well with meeting some ends
 I am random, messy, and loud
 I act reckless, spastic, and proud
 You couldn't lose me in a crowd
 - At least its fun for all my friends
 
 Twice in my life I have shown pink
 Lovers whom I’ve loved made me think
 In ways I never had before
 And feel as if I couldn't more
 Don't know what this one has in store
 - At least they both drove me to drink
 
 On rare occasion I’ve seen red
 When I thought that I’d lose my head
 I was indignant, I was raw
 I revolted against the law
 Immolation was what I saw
 - At least no one ended up dead
 
 Many a time I’ve had the blues
 When I had lost the will to lose
 I’d hole up in my room all day
 In bed wasting my life away
 Depression has its price to pay
 - At least I sang some soulful tunes
 
 My choice to box up did derive
 From desperation to survive
 I thought "For now, prisms won’t do;
 What light can do, darkness can too,
 And I can prove all this to you;
 If not - at least I’ll be alive."
 
 But when I tried uncasing right
 And to reverse-refract my light
 To into a ray of purest white
 I found it can't be twice reflected
 Once its nature has been rejected
 The spectrum can’t be re-perfected
 - At least I know now what to fight
 
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