They Say You Can't Dream in Color
They say you can't dream in color
But if that is true then why are my dreams so green
Green shoots sprouting out of grey dirt
Green dark forests in every direction filled with green dark pine trees
Green opportunities growing out of dark dirt and I believe, truly believe, that I can do anything,
that I can have a future filled with green life
They say you can't dream in color
So why are my dreams so blue
Blue the color of the ocean that stands in my way and yet is the gateway to my life
Blue the sky that mocks me with its endless depthless soulless freedom
Blue rooms and blue papers and inky blue stamps
Blue that I pursue and am afraid to lose but in the end it loses me
They say you can't dream in color
But I swear my dreams are filled with red
Red stop signs at the corners of crooked streets
Red dull eyes screaming no, you can't
Red with contempt when they look at me, different,
I don't belong and I've never in my life seen so much red
They say you can't dream in color
But grey isn't a color
Grey is steel factories and gray skies and gray people
I watch the street as the gray people go by to their gray jobs and gray lives
I ask a man what color he dreams in
And he asks me what is a color
What is a color?
My mind doesn't know what to tell my mouth to say
They say you can't dream in color
So I have stopped dreaming at all.