Yellow

Not that you can say I've lost my mind or something. Things are pretty clear.I wear yellow silk and I wish for nothing to be something. When I hold you in my arms everything is equal with everything, perfect balance makes perfection although I KNOW the frailty and futility of it all. So what am I supposed to do? I won't be putting a bullet in my head, that's for sure. And this pain is absurd. Either this or nothing.