As we got older.

The citrusy colors blend together,

I used to love its taste.

Now the thoughts need put to waste,

A taste so bitter in its place,

I have this recurring dream

where I am flying above the sea

the wind lifts me high

some nights i float, weightless and free,

others im spiraling, lost in the breeze.

My eyes were open, but i was never awake

I then came to realize,

it’s all just a fake.