staring at the blank ceiling
until it turns to something more
watercolor dreams streak across paint
traveling smoothly over walls like water

the paint now splashed
with these aspirations so real
only when dawn breaks
do the thoughts dissipate

with the sun comes a feeling
a dreaded understanding
that real life is tied down
bound to the walls of sensibility

while ambition runs free
rushing winds through the night
restricted by nothing but
the fear or coloring outside the lines

illusions in the day
hopeful thoughts at night
these dreams i have
show the courage i lack

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