Colorless rainbow

That feeling is kicking in, again.

Somewhere in a crowded fair back in the days, always scared to loose the hand
of the one who brought me there. Who could feed me, and get me a toy.

Somewhere in a public vehicle where I could not the stations passing by,
just relying on the stranger by the window to get off at my destination.
Who hopefully is alert!

Somewhere in a party with high-flying elites, among the flashlights and boom speakers, finding the host.
He invites. He tells. He makes you someone from a no-one.

Rather more of the chap by your side in sprint competition in the local sports club.
However you may like to beat him, he needs to run the full mile for you to be declared a Champion.
Nobody scores at an empty goalpost, So.

That feeling when nobody cares if runs are enough, if the shirt is properly tucked,
if the lawn is mowed or if the lipstick mark's been erased.
Where no vigil, there no escape. Where no escape, there no freedom.
And that ends everything!

So what you run for, or against? Who creates the empire, the king or the peasant?
Both. But they probably don't even know each other's names.
We play I-spy all day but when the dusk sets in, and they blabber how
tomorrow should exactly be like today, better if yesterday,I feel like
my time-machine formula has been robbed, torn and dusted to atomic proportions.

Which universe do we go to, where resources are aplenty but not everyone's rich?
Where nobody's a king but all are treated like one?
Where there's fields to farm, letters to write and whips to be whacked?
and if the galaxy is a stupid copy-paste, then why waste time hoping at all?

I am not spoilt for choices. I just can't choose between
that wok full of boiling oil or chainsaw massacre... to name a few.

One that flew over the scribbler's nest!

So it happened.

Matter-of-factly, without an announcement of the denouement,
it just climaxed, and I was, as always, hands-in-pocket -
too comfortable even to take my hands out to clap and congratulate.

Now you'd ask why, when and why not.
But to me, it was more of loosing a dream, than love lost!
 I have heard that people love their dreams, but the moment you start dreaming your love,
that's a recipe for disaster!

Anyways, it's all happy and sundry - and I still sit pretty enjoying the winter Sun.
Won't say I bought them, but stuff that I planned to get will not be bought anymore.
For I could be a poet and say, the mirror is just glass if it's not reflecting your other side -
or I'd never comb because now I can never smell you tresses! Oh No!

To hell with artificial romanticism that finds itself on paper and print.
Or over coffee, cigarettes and costly cappuccinos.
Because it's not fruitful, it's redundant.
Because it's not resulting, the resultant is boring.

Not the same for you maybe, or the poets who endured the Fall.
We were busing shooting the colors of the leaves but missed they'll all soon be brown.
No leaves, just brown. Branches, alone in the snow.

Make do with what you got then, coz you really do not have so many
options - or colors - in the Spring. Simple is easy, easy is alright, alright is.. Simple!