My World

I swear everywhere I turn

I keep seeing red and yellow.

Could this be a sign

to quit being so mellow?

'Cause apparently now

I'm capable of that.

Sticking to my usual blue

is not a matter of fact.

Indigo and navy

Have served their purpose for some time,

but maybe for a moment

I could try a hint of lime.

Something a tad bit warmer

to brighten up my days

and pull me out

of the cloudy grey haze

that for too long I've allowed

to hang over my head.

Now I think it's time

to try out a different bed-

one made of forest

or perhaps a green called kelly,

hopefully someplace

where the air isn't too smelly.

Maybe there's daisies, or even

I could pick myself a rose

in a spot where the sun shines

and I feel warmth between my toes.

'Cause there's a comfort in connection

to the chocolatey dirt ground-

one that brings me peace

and makes me feel safe and sound.

It's not the same as that

of the creamy white linen

sheets on my mattress

that too often I lay in.

And I know they'll always be there,

especially when the darkness comes.

I might need them then,

but for now I belong

to the world outside

of the shiny glass bubble

I surround myself with

'cause it's just too comfortable.

I'm tired of it though.

Always looking at my reflection

makes me yearn for

more human connection.

One that spreads a peach blush

all over my face

and creates a tingle in my heart

that I could never erase.

All I want is a rainbow

of fireworks to shine

all over my world

and prove I'm not colorblind.