Colors

Shall it all fall into place?
Shall I be embraced with a welcome?
More than empty breaths of reflexes?
More than pardons and fake smiles?

Beyond the very gray

Lurking underneath the most colorful of cheers
Shall I see faith
With a mighty, good, heartfelt hand shake
Especially from the one
Whom I thought of as real and blind in the right proportions?

Shall my idea of colors be allowed to stay alive in the palette?
Or shall it be ripped apart and be labeled convenient names?