Shall not be the things while the doctor told you easy with all your pimples
Shall not be the things while the teacher told you the final truth of the world
Shall not be the things while your lashes rub against the eyeball
Shall not be the things while the others told you something remain isolated
Shall not be the things that I see purple and into purple
Shall not be the things that I see black but pretend to be blind
And when the sunrised and whitter billowingThe walls have been painted pure yellow
Shall not be the things because that anybody knows your eyes and so-called “colours” are outside your cerebrum
Bright lights can hurt the eyes
Bright lights can hurt the eyes
Bright lights can hurt the eyes
Bright lights can hurt the eyes