Forbidden Red

As I walk back through 2016, I realise how many reds I have lost.

While I walk through the less used roads, not the forbidden ones.

I realise that I never actually realised I never had red with me.

I did yearn for one, but I never got it from my own parents,

and I don't blame them for it, as in the chores of making my life better and taxes, they themselves lost the red.

Then came people; they were looking nice and shiny and too good to be true,

and my gut feelings were true indeed—they were those who love to steal red because they lack it too.

I liked spreading red, but I forgot to put my address on the delivery address among others' addresses...

After ages it started hitting, and it's pretty intense.

Now all I'm left with is blues. . .

But guess who joined me: magenta,

and I am holding magenta to create my safe purple.

I do miss red, but it's far gone.

But I can't sit in remorse because I'm 25, and there's a long way to go...

So, Purple It IS.