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.