Red—the color that unites us, those born with anger and those born through love

The connection, beyond family, yet found in blood

Red is much like a person’s true form

Some can recognize it at a glance, as if it were the norm

While for others, it’s like traversing a storm

Of misdirection they’ve managed to tackle since they were born

Red flags—seemingly a bad sign, by all means

“Everyone has a red flag,” often far more than it seems

Ignorance is bliss, and we blissfully seek out green

When our reality is red, we often choose to dream

Red alert! A sign of imminent danger

Red eyes mask the intent of approaching strangers

In the face of this red alert, we remain vigilant

For “red is a symbol for long-lost innocence”

Do I seem like red to you? Whatever version you’ve come to perceive

What if I told you my red was different? Would you be in disbelief?

The red that binds us all seems so inconsistent, yet is free from deceit

For red, much like our connection, is whatever you’re ready to believe

The red that binds us all often changes, much like a leaf