Burgundy

Burgundy sure can be the nicest color

In the real world where I'm never in.

In the mind there is a room where the show starts.

It's like a movie

But I'm the only one to entertain.

A jester for myself waiting for someone to tune in.

If no one were to complain, I'd be out in the rain.

But It's someone else with my face

But not my eyes.

It's not me.

I'm inside,

Waiting for the door to be unlocked.

In my mind there is a car.

It drives near the bluest ocean

And through the whitest misty breeze.

But it's not me.

I'm in the passenger's seat.

The car moves by itself.

I am not in control.

There is no one in control.

I am happier than I dare show in my smiles.

The happy is the only thing that lets me know that I am truly here.

Being in my mind is something I do not mind.

It shows me a place I want to go.

Place is not the word to describe the place.

It is not anywhere.

But this Place is a place that I really want to be in.

But I can't reach it.

The tether stops me.

Here is everything that I see.

And here does not want to let me go to the place.

A place of burgundy.

When you see me in the you must know that it is not me.

It used to be

But that was a long time ago.

A place of burgundy is where I want to be.

Where the colors are bright

And the music is sweet.

No one gets sad in my place of burgundy.

Everyone is themselves in my place of burgundy.

I am me in my place of burgundy.

Close the curtains because the show is done.