Everything was boringly bright.
There wasn’t a wall to paint.
Dreamer closed his eyes blank
stirring up make belief tastes.
Scenes lined his head’s roads.
Dreamer sped through wild towns.
Inventions you’d never believe
strangely made him feel at home.
He lunched on a feast of ideas,
danced with Wonder and Belief,
winked across at Second Thoughts
and saw mysteries to sit beneath.
Dreamer stood perfectly still.
Bright Land’s pedestrians frowned.
With a nod of his hat to creation
he opened his eyes to look around.
Walls, ceilings, paths and parks
felt so thought through and plain.
Adventure seemed beyond asleep.
Everything looked the same.
But Dreamer never crumbled
amongst such potent commonplace
for he knew a universe so rich
of indescribable tastes.