trompe l’œil

i don't dream in color, but I'd like to think so.

even if I try hard enough, the picture's fuzzy.

the headphones accompany my imagination when I lay on the bed

but I'm drenched in the waves, paralyzed although.

bring back the summer days where I can lay down all day,

at cost of my health and my emotional state.

bring back how things were in 2015 or before adolescence,

when my imagination was in my head, not damned and put away

now school is starting up again, I'm changing in different ways.

i hate the fact that reality is now the pill you take.

i'll be isolated intentionally yet unintentionally

and my life has now become a colorless haze.

i used to be a source of energy, much brighter than today.

now, life has turned down the microwave setting.

fun is a drug that's been pulled from the shelves

when higher education bans it and plops paper on the hay.

i hate how my personality is fucking anxious and automatic.

i'm prone to explode or burst like the person in Scanners

i'll find another way to make use of limited time.

to return to form, to just be ecstatic.