I Am But A Dream

I am but a daydream, a useless waster of time. In the beginning, there is nothing, just a blank world of nothing. I always start out the same way. Bright of dark, white or black, loud or quiet. Everything is completely blank like an untouched canvas. In an instant, sounds and color flood this room with brilliant, beautiful coloration; fluctuating bright and dark, hues and shades of any color that dares to be imagined. Shapes and figures start to become clear, more focused making the scene a shining, luminous, crystalline picture. Immediately, the first sounds start to be heard. at first, quite, then they grow until they are booming, loud noisy, an exciting array of sounds and emotions being to flood your mind filling to the brim like a bowl about to overflow. Then, all of a sudden, I'm just the way you want me to be. Before you know it, you're off on a flying lesson, maybe swimming the depths of the ocean, or just off on a sight seeing an adventure with a someone you love. All of a sudden, as you reach for an object, it slowly slips through your grasp, and you plummet from the world you made. as it crumbles beneath you, you just slowly fall forever. You brace waiting for me to get loud and bright any moment but instead, you descend into total silence. Everything goes dark disappearing into the Black Hole, into the very thicket of time. You blink and then here you are, you've ended up back where you started, in the beginning............... frozen, in a moment in time.