Adjectives of a Lesson

What if i was never real,
just lines in big white space?
Black and curved, almost good;
a simple drawing of a face.

Just a sketched out mistake,
a dash, a line, and there was me.
Welcome to the world,
just black, white and scribbley.

What if I looked around,
and what I saw,
was just enough,
to drop my jaw?

Because it was lovely...

And I'm never gonna be that lovely...

Do thoughts have colours,
do colours have sound?
And I wonder this,
as I look around.

The snow is white,
the night is black.
One step forward,
is one breath you lack.

Paint dries slow,
on the roses you weep.
Can't give back,
what you didn't keep.

And yet...it's wonderful....

Will I ever be that wonderful...?

Just a sketch, I walked around,
looking at the locks and keys.
Changed myself,
so that you could see.

Can you taste my colours,
right there on your tongue?
Do they taste fresh and vibrant,
do they sound too young?

There's this world
you will never find.
Just wrapped up and waiting,
in a frazzled mind.

And still this place is beautiful...

Maybe I can be that beautiful....

Moments of doubt
sent to eat this place.
Just colours and numbers
to fill the space.

The lights are bright
upon this stage.
The ocean crashes
next to my cage.

But, darling, can you taste it?
Can you taste these dreams?
Oh, darling, can you hear them?
Oh! Their sincerity.

Maybe someday,
I will come back again,
to this sweet little place
that's all in my head.

Maybe someday
I will realize,
that this perpetual motion
isn't a trick of my eyes.

Maybe I'm just that close...

to being close to being perfect.