I saw you on the train today, and you were wearing pink.nYou all were wearing pink. Who marketed pink?nWho sold you pink?nnWell there’s about a million variations,nThere’s about a million paths that light can take to reach your eye.nIn terms of depth and saturation,nCould it be coincidence, you all in one particular hue?nAnd that’s when I knew, we’d be invincible,nIn our power to see, and in color,nAnd they say we've got no options past what they market to you,nThey say we don’t, but you know we do.n nAnd I saw the pink in your cheeks when you were excited to see me,nAfter weeks, it was a pink that could have not been intended,nTo have meaning outside of that place and context,nIt was a pink that was real in our lives just then,nSo never mind the colors that they’re selling you,nLook outside, there’s colors and they’re all around,nGiven all the choices to be chosen from,nFuck cliché, there’s beauty in the autumn leaves.