(In) Sanity I Trust

Here’s a small poem my Bro wrote :
The walls they paint with yellow-baige,
and i think that they are in a cage.
For there can be stardust of Orange-green or mountains of Azure,
They should let go of the greys,
And sacrifice the ’sure’…
Painted objects will bring them rage,
and i think that they are in a cage.
For the moon [...]