Colorblind

See through the past as to remind

The fears and finds that lay behind

Two roads two paths both intertwined

Which combine to form this so confined

Unkind and crimped unsettled bind

Where caught by twine of velvet vine

I now resign to refined mind

Where I pine over the maligned

Design which defines my hidden shrine

Where wind the gears that make me grind

Until the twigs and clots entwined

Finally unwind

And I find

That we have become

Colorblind

I randomly found this poem in "My Documents" on my computer. I wrote it when I was 13.  I have no idea what it means.