What am I to explore?

No stone unturned, to my frustration.

Who am I to adore?

An open eye displays abomination.

So I sit and I dream of a life filled with green and crimson and blue. There’s no me and no you, only two of a kind quite unsure how to find their way back.

What am I going to do?

No answers from examination.

Is this life really true?

Does my dream count as vacation?

So I leave things behind as I struggle to make my own way. But I realize my dream isn’t like other dreams as it stays with me every day until things fade away and I age. Situations change. So do dreams.