monochrome

if everybody looked onto the world
as a colorbook
of blank faces
and were told to draw a smileyface
upon every circle 
with the same colored pen -
it would be a colorbook 
of a family.

what if our reality and dreams switched hues
what if we colour our dreams,
and have us live in black and white?
i figure i could be a much happier person
if
we lived a monochromatic lifestyle

except, perhaps
our dreams would then be
nothing but nightmares

i compare the number of glares
to my tone of complexion
perhaps,
just a little too dark for your liking?
or maybe you, sir,
a little too light?

i like to stare at lightbulbs
during train rides home -
you know how everything solid suddenly turns purple or white,
when you close your eyes after they
start tearing?

it's a favourite hobby of mine
to stare at people with my eyes close
to witness a fascinating
magic as they
blend into one colour.

because it reminds me of the world
i've never lived in.