Illusions ~ A Poem Illusions, That's what they say, I see, Something my mind's made up especially for me, Colorful dots glimmering in the air, I wish it wasn't rare, Seeing dots in someone's hair, Sometimes they remind me of the sea, A deep unkown so carefree, Something you admire, And it's all for free, I can't explain, Sometimes I wonder am I even sane? Sitting in a train, Just me and my brain, Looking out the window, Seeing a meadow, Filled with tiny, tiny flowers made of light, Meadows, fields or at midnight, I see them all the time, Dancing in the daylight, Frantically flying in the moonlight, What a wonderful sight but just for me, Sometimes I wonder will they ever let me be? What would they think? If they saw my theater stage, Would they think I'm cracked? If they saw my world's reality, Speckles of ultramarine, Covering the easel, Spots of a mesmerising emerald green, Filling up my visibility, Second last, Crimson-candied dots flying so fast, That my eyes can't even comprehend, Now to the last, They don't really have any pizazz, They look like little clouds, The size of a single atom, And all you can see is an outline, So darn fine. Colorful dots, You can't find anything the like, They feel so right, Even at night, Colors in their most natural manifestation, It's a truly fascinating sensation, Led bare on a stage, just for one, It's such fun, Watching a dance, Stuck in a trance, Observing a dance you know you will never understand, Listening to a song you can't even begin to comprehend, Every movement, Like a lyric, Embodying beautiful tragedies, Dancing around you so perfectly. And maybe someday, sometime far away, I will be a performer on this very stage, Floating around in the moonlight, Dancing beautifully in the daylight, I think I'd like to dance, Putting someone else in a trance, Lending someone a little joy, All I can say is I hope you enjoy, But I don't know I don't know if this is an illusion, I don't know if this is reality, Maybe I'm slowly turning blind, Maybe I'll end up colorblind, But not knowing is the best part, So I'll keep on watching the performance, Of my theater stage, Of my worlds que, Of my train window, Of my tiny meadow, So happily Because this is my reality. Also if anyone wants a translation of what all the different verses mean you can just ask but I didn't write one because I find that you are supposed to speculate when reading a poem.
I hope you enjoyed it, I really enjoyed writing it, it is 590 word long. I do actually see these dots but they don't do a dance or a song at least not one I can comprehend and they do move at a speed that I can't even see that they are moving. This whole poem is written from my personal experience so maybe there is something factually wrong if so, sorry. Thanks to my lovely light particles for existing Disclaimer: I don't know if seeing "lightpaticles"(It's what I call them) is an actual condition that people have but my eye doctor said it's just my sense of reality. Also the background on the Scratch Project is not accurate at all that is not how they look like to me AT ALL but I needed a background that had to do with particles and light so I just chose this one. I accidentally deleted the original ): *sobbing* so I had to write it again from memory so the word count is probably no longer the same.
