Oh dreamer I am jealous,

of the light behind your eyes,

the resplendent picture,

of your breathless lies.

I cannot see what you see,

not even if I tried,

No color behind these eyes,

It’s all in black and white.

But contented I am,

to not have such false hopes,

uninhabited by desire,

that hangs on distant ropes.

Still I wish to gander,

upon the sights you peer,

to see the unfamiliar,

and perhaps face the fear.

For I dream to be you dreamer,

yet never see illusion,

which is unattainable,

I’m blinded by delusion.