Color

December 26, 2008

Don't you ever wish you could have some one else's life,

Live someone else's dreams-

Fly someone else's kite?

In the backyard of life, I see those that I know,

Perfectly perfect, it seems-

I see life overflow.

Where the rain ends, and rainbows begin,

It's all right there-

In perfectly perfect pictures of friends.

They smile, they laugh, and it is all so real,

I don't think I am jealous-

I just wish I too could feel.

There is no order here, nothing is at it seems,

I want so much more-

But I just live on borrowed dreams.

Sandcastles, as high as my eyes can see,

Fairytale romances-

It's all right there, but not me.

I can see it; it all seems so real,

But what good is seeing-

When you can see, but can't feel?

I want to paint myself in,

To these photos, these still frames of life-

I want to paint myself laughter…

I want to paint my life right.

Pretend to smile long enough to save it,

To forget that I had to fake it-

Just once, to feel I'm more than simply making it…

Alas, there are no colors left,

Only white and black…

If I could live for just a moment out of gray,

I would take the color back.