Dreaming

No one knows the color of your dreams​

Their twisting complexities flow in and out of focus​

Only you can define the balance between your subconcious​

Don't pretend your predictable​

No one can paint your soul​

Afterall, you keep things hidden​

Released emotions strewn out on a wire of life​

Hanging there, visible to surrounding spectators​

Those are paintable​

You are a true original​

Captivated in your solitude​

Sometimes I wonder how you do it​

 

I especially like how you wrapped it up (Sometimes I wonder how you do it); well done and keep writing!