Life presses down on me An explosion of color is all I can see So much to do, so much to say This is my life, every day. The world is a very colorful place But when it begins to go at a startling pace It's easy to miss the flower underneath It's hard to find the beauty beneath. When the world explodes And the work to do piles up in loads You have to search for the good times It's easy to forget them sometimes.
The image of an overly busy and hectic schedule connected with an explosion of color was one I could understand. It is like tie-dye. Many colors jumbled together without sense or order.