As if there was a way to turn off reality.
That I alone only knew.
A little switch or maybe a secret key.
Just a flinch and a piercing coo.
I'd take a step into the something.
I'd let new feelings rush in through my toes.
I would listen to the hushed singing.
A place where there were no lows.
I would close my eyes and feel a city.
Or maybe sleep in the water instead.
I would smell the sweet sent of serenity.
And let go of all my dread.
The honeysuckles would sparkle.
The pomegranates would glisten.
The sun flowers would chuckle.
The nectarines would listen.
Butterflies flutter and rest upon my eye lashes.
Rainbows chasse and plie.
Happiness and giggles swarm in the masses.
The loveliness is here to stay.
But only here in a silly dream.
My smile fades as my fantasy crumbles.
So nothing is as it seems?
Then why does it seem that I only break down and tumble?
My sadness can not be washed away by a foolish grin.
My open sores can not be healed with loving words.
I am crumpled and contaminated with my own sins.
Where are all my singing birds?
No more turquoise, purple, and gold.
All I see everywhere is dirt and mold.