In the past, you asked me what is your favourite colour?
I answered white
Ten years later, you asked me the same question.
I answered blue
Ten years again, you were silent.
I answered red
I don’t know how many years
Until you ask me again
How do I answer you
My role and vision changes my choice
Until one day, I use every colour, so i still wonder about my favourite.
Maybe you do not ask me the same question anymore.
Yet in my heart, i remember it.
If you don’t have a favourite colour, where is your center?
