RGB, CMYK and Other Related Things

I
The red wants to be
the green that wants to be
the blue that wants to be the red
In an eternal vicious cycle,
The things revolve
So are the people
From the first floor
Ascends to the second
The textbook mentions it is natural
The cycle of the world;
I'm left with no chance to know
What is not natural:
Hunger is natural;
A bomb blast is natural;
Is the government natural,
It looks not, with its unnaturalness.

II
Still the cyan wants to be
The magenta that wants to be
The yellow that wants to be
The black that wants to be the cyan,
Not neccesarily in this order, though.

III
Our life is in circles
From birth to death via living.
And we want it, necessarily in an order
Of the lowest to the low
From the high to the highest;
Is this circular reason why
The earth rotates around itself
And making it more circular
Around the sun it revolves?

IV
This bit is boring
This routine is unamusing;
Though we are allowed to choose
To live. In death lies the answer;
Life is a problem of rotation and revolution
I want to freeze this moment
And keep it forever, blocking the path
Never allowing, of it as always as the wheel;
But the answer is never ever there.
So life. In death lies the answer.
I'm waiting for death to come straight.
Beyond death, the eternal freedom lies.
But I'm back again where I began
To leaven I live a life.

V
It is early
It is inching towards lateness
After it is late
It will be early again
This is the only reason I live;

VI
It is late now.
It is early now.
It is late again.
It is early again.
The Koubru that wants to be
the Thangjing that wants to be
the Marjing that wants to be
the Wangbren that wants to be the Koubru;
The blue wants to be
the green that wants to be
the red that wants to be the blue.
The black wants to be
The yellow that wants to be
The magenta that wants to be
The cyan that wants to be the black.
Then, eternal blackness.