Colors Changing

My Colors are changing
though not wilfully
There comes a time in life
when we don't identify what we see

Passions changing
Overflowing or running dry
Not so sad that you're leaving
but because it no longer makes me cry

I need something familiar again
even that old jacket gathering dust
Want to be inside some stability
though not even it I can trust

Colors changing
Sometimes pink, sometimes green
Caused by newfound love
and that monster which makes me mean

What does one do
when their whole worlds gone up to down?
Like leaving Earth's vibrant blue
to dwell in Mars' amber brown