Butterflies flutter in through your window,
Red, yellow and blue.
In, like a shower of rainbows,
in all merry colors and hue.

A complete transaction of hope,
you taste a purple haze of ghosts,
And into the wilderness of dark alleys and self-doubts;
Of faces, and marshmallow clouds,
You're but mincing a mundane nifty motion.

There’s a bright cold clamor of colors!

Deceptively small and intolerably thin.
You are now a feeble paper on the outside,
But Shrieking hot lava within-
And, you are now shrinking down to consume the-
chilled cracked kettle of desires,
that staggers to breathe in-
Silence...

Blood, sand, and mud,
Scarred and scared!
Bright, white, and a pearly glow;
With Skies, and for open skies,
A miserable melody overflows!
And, you would wait,
Wait again.

Sitting alone on the forest floor,
Bygone breezes tousle your hair-
A few Kids-
were playing on the streets,
those shadows fleeting past your face,
You are now Looking out into the dim yellow beats,
Of movement,
And you are trying to breathe again.

You're but melting away your fears, slowly,
With the fearful symmetrical orders of fury,
Within a perfect infertile maze of an insured immobility.
You're Free,
as free as a passionately detached, platonic paradox.

A temple…manufacturing allegiance-
A grammar of edible dreams for permeating membranes,
A drum beat for an inkling, and-
A train, speeds by overhead-

It illuminates your face,
You melt in this information of embrace.
You are in- formation.

You stand alone now,
gazing all alone into the storm,
Wishing to fly away with your by gone dreams,
Just like Snakes and Ladders, and chimneys on the shores,
Just like a Shining silver plate full of diamonds.