Dream of a Vivid Canvas

Inside this curvy edgy world, we live in

besides, the white cloud-covered blue sky

with the glaring flare of sunny side mornings

and kaleidoscope graced, diversity-embraced society

where our rooted norms

raise unpleasant questions of reshaping our evolutionary form,

our blossomed social experiences

matter to shape a form of picture-perfect avatars of the world

and humans, where a blank canvas illustrates

vivid color palettes to shade on

our warmer voice inside asks us to wake up

indicating the distractions that converted into a social dilemma

showcasing Instagram featured fakeness, forming

our mental image, on digitally in tracked pathways.

flourishing tangerine, in the fruits of freedom,

painful exposures gradually lost the spectrum of broken dreams

gathers inside our secret dens of solitude

in saturated red, soulful chakras to maintain,

and we get stabbed behind

the spoken philosophy of diversions and differences

some colors are better than others,

some lustful orientation are more colorful in purified divinity,

black is dark, emits negativity

all whites are bad

lives matter, which ones,

only our prayers are better and reach to God/s,

era by era, our engulfed promises roar in nonfulfillment

sucks around the feet of the people

controlling the world from behind

while rationing the living breath of the general,

nature says it real

embrace the simplicity, sync with green,

while the red fluids circulating inside our veins

we live, inhale and breathe to the mortal world

clasp the beauty that's in front

soaking the color, it presents

not the worst deal to take,

my colorless tears drop in a deep painful cry,

while my soul wishes for a better tomorrow

with a lively visual with true, colorful minds.