Measure This

Surrounded by pastel walls
Everything in its proper place
Except all that is inside
Which feels chaotic in this sanitized space

Because my blood is alizarin crimson
Coursing through cerulean veins
This venue's lacking volume
A dynamic that cannot be traced

Measure this is you may
The distance from here to then
Rest assured this is not who I am

Surrounded by experts
In whom I am asked to place faith
As they profess ignorance
Therefore my condition must be fake

I confess I am a little frustrated
As you search through your notes
Always failing to see my worth
Failing to see she loves me

Measure me if you must
But when it doesn't quite add up
Don't patronize me with lines
From your freshman textbook

I reside in a world of causation
Where lay many possibilities
There is room for inconsistency
That is more clearly framed as variety

Because sometimes blue is blue
And orange is only that
Yet when they come together
Brown is born without contradicting previous fact

Measure this if you can
If not - try again
I am losing ground
There is no option - a cure must be found

Measure this if you may
Measure me if you must
Measure this if you can
If not - circle back around again

This cannot be a permanent reality