when I dream, I dream in color
rainbows every which way
and always looking on the better side of things
but when I wake up
I'm filled with the bitter reality
of my black and white existence

bored with life
feeling down and out
I am the blank pages
in a coloring book
waiting to be filled
with a rush of color

a dark cavern
that has yet to see the light
and an ugly mushroom
that grows in the cold
come adventure with me
and paint the walls of my reality