Rays from our vision casting colorful beams

We sit up and look-up thinking of how to reach our dreams

Dreaming sometimes hurts and dreaming urges voyages

To sit there and do nothing would be one of our most regretted choices

Screaming at us to conform, screaming at us to do the norm’

We chose to leave this black and white world because it’s a cold and colorless poem

~ A.CODD, 2015

A poem written for my painting, “Elsewhere.”