The words lurch together in a swirl of melancholy

Midnight sun rises and then set, place your bets

As time erupts like lava we forget

What the word home really meant

And how the walls we created from the others are never only Great Walls or bridges

But that the days like watercolor take the color we paint them on

But the grey never fades

It was in fact always there, never quite forgetting us in the low of days and the hollow of dreams

We made our way, away from what we knew because we thought

That bliss was foreign and never born from the nest itself

But even birds go to other continents to build back nests  — just like the ones they knew

And tell me that memories are not stones we step on, hoping they lead to the path that is closest to us

And tell me why the night has been so peaceful since we first imagined it

Like a dream and a broken ideal shattered by the earthy reality

And tell me how dreams are the oil paintings of life that we paint over and over, better, better

Hoping to see it in more vibrant colors than the ones we could ever see

And how we can't imagine green stars because of our eyes and hence have you seen green stars in dreams and in the speech of artists

Artists create from what has been, what they lived, what they saw

That is why we don't know the future and chase it like a green light we don't know actually exist

We chase it for the life of dreams, for the sake of ideal and of the great sand pillars we created to believe in dust

And as the midnight sun sets, time is but the frame we chose to compare

7th of July 2023