I wish I could give you the moon and all the stars, every day.
I wish I could dance with you in the rain every morning.
I wish I could give you the universe and everything inside it.
I wish I could give you more than anyone has ever given you.
I wish I could make your dreams more than just dreams.
There is nothing in this world that you don't deserve.

This morning,
I swallowed the entirety of everything,
swallowed it in one swift gulp.
washed it down with a tall glass of Milky Way.
I was ready to greet the day,

But everything gave me gas
that (knotted up inside me) sang
so I let it out with a big bang --

and watched the particles disperse
to form themselves into a universe
with me at the center -
on my throne,
self-appointed king of this nonsense poem

blue is not only a colour
     but a state of being
darkness is merely
     the absence of light
reality is a figment
     of the imagination
and the universe is as big
     or as small
as the mind that perceives
     it to be

an idea is a seed
        that grows when nurtured
      but does not die when neglected
    living on
  beyond those who conceived it
beyond those who denied its existence
  beyond those that contemplated its demise
    beyond those that wished to control it
      surfacing time
        and time
          again