Wishful Thinking

Sometimes what we want alludes us for a reason.......

Tick tock, tick tock time has a boring beat. 

I sit here waiting in a cardboard room, praying for the colours to leak.

Suddenly a flash of bright white light, and the room begins to change.
The walls start to drip with rainbow tears, in a moment that's poetically strange.

Is this a dream or pure reality, I beg for the answers please? 

Suddenly the walls begin to peel, and I'm deserted on the reckless seas.

Alone in a boat I drift to an island, in search of a human touch. 

Surrounded by colour with no one in sight, it's regret thats within my clutch.

Dreaming of colour is a dangerous thing, especially when dreams come true.

Open your mind to illusions and reality, and common sense will push on through.

Reviews

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I like how that last line makes it all clear since I didn't actually see where it was going before that. But that line makes the whole thing better because I understand it now. And now that I do understand it I quite like it, it's... I don't know, different, creative, thoughtful, deep, beautiful, wondrous. Put all those words together into one word and that is what this is.