Yesterday I woke up from a dream –
The world welcomed a new normal,
A new normal of everlasting days
And sleepless nights.
I lived in a world of grey cellophane,
Of the lies we tell ourselves,
And monochromatic events
That forfeited souls still live for.
In that world lived a boy with a beanie;
Through the grey film,
He burned a deep blue hue
And took me to a familiar place.
The moody clouds hid stars,
Shining brightly not for us,
But I could still see him right beside me,
Assuring me the day was not lost.
I grasped tightly at his sleeve
And he led me through the nightmare
With a humility so rare,
I thought safe and so reliable.
But he began to dance with the lost;
His beryl charm dwindled in the dark,
Becoming another grey remnant
Wandering in a sea of forfeited souls.
Yesterday I woke up from a dream,
Wondering if it was anything more,
But dreams are only dreams,
They are nothing to adore.
Then please, tell me why
I awoke to his beanie in my hand,
To a sting in my chest,
And to the hope of his return?
Who is this mysterious boy
That my heart breaks for,
That I can’t help but feel sorry for –
That I can’t quite remember?
He lives in a world of grey cellophane,
Of the lies we tell ourselves,
And monochromatic events
That forfeited souls still live for.
I remember his brilliant blue hue,
And his gentle reassurance
In the world of greyscale buildings,
But I no longer remember his face.
Today I woke up to a reality
Of strange occurrences and light,
Of unimaginable beauty and colour,
And I see the good in front of me.
I see the smiles of a thousand faces,
Yet I still search for the one
Who owns the blue beanie,
But does not live in the sunshine.
This world I live in knows no end,
The sun beams down brightly,
People laugh and people sing
And I lie looking at the sky.
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