Colourblind

The hollow world I live in's black and white.
Forget that. Everything is tones of grey,
From dandelions to a starry night,
Thalassic waves, as they roll from the bay.
I long for vibrant yellow, of the sol,
A legendary dye, it exists not,
Though not unlike the others: mythical.
And yet they rest, inside my mind, unwrought.
I long to see colours I never saw,
But if I act, but if I see this gold,
Then others bombard, 'til palinoia
Is all I am, though not so numbly cold.

I safely hide from lessons not I'll learn.
Cachéd I stay, though for gold I yearn.