Rays from our vision casting colorful beams. 
 We sit 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 poem written with my painting, "Elsewhere."

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