Colors of Reality

Oneiric skylines,
Of rippled whites and blues.
The sun shines on my window,
Casted yellows stain the pane.
My walls all surround me;
Four walls of colorless solitude.
Shelter is an illusion,
A waning mirage of green and sparkling blue.

The rain beats away at the glass,
I am dry and safe inside.
In my home I am shadowed by,
The delusions I hide behind.

Safe, you say?
But the arc of colors only refract,
After a storm of gray.
The tints of life tell me,
Reality is in the lack.

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