I dream in colors so vibrant and true, though I cannot understand why.
I wake to the sound of laughter, joy cascading to the sky.
Confusion is everywhere, in the streets and in the mass.
The joy that is laughter is expressed in doubt, the ruthless ulterior motive.
You were there for a moment, where did you go?
Gone with my vision and my tears, so is my pain.
I know you can hear my voice, listen and know that I am alive.