Attempt 1

I started writing this poem, was indeed very serious
I didn’t know how it turned out to be something like that in the end. Here it goes...


I sit in front of the piano and wonder
why does one need to see colour
when there is black and white and white and black
and they are so musical


Just then my soul screamed at me saying
“who is gonna solve this goddamn Rubic’s Cube!?”