Rochester

locked away, I dream in color and fear the day

the day is cardboard hard, stale, mundane nothing like reality which holds the rainbow in its leaves, sky, sun

locked away, you stole from me I steal the key and hear you say

to the new girl in grey a girl, not locked away

that she is intriguing I find this intriguing locked away, I steal the key So I might see color one last time Outside of bed In all shades of red

Lorin Bucur