La Da Dee ✔

u t o p i a

perfection
is so far out of my reach,
I can barely imagine it.
and perfection
is so far from my grasp,
I can barely define it.
the world in my skull
has become a dystopia,
due to the detrimental series of events
gyrating around me
as I stand in the eye of the hurricane
amidst all the destruction;
my life.
everything seems to have become monochromatic,
leaving my heart in a black and white misery,
aching for colour -
just as my mind seeks an optimistic inhabitant,
a thought,
to part the clouds and guide the sun back to its spot
in the centre of everything;
rays of positivity to brush
a spectrum of new hues
onto each thought I think.
maybe the recovery
would bring back my innocent,
happy,
childlike imagination
and restore my hopes of utopia.
and maybe the recovery
would start with my mind,
and slowly infect all of my insides;
fill my lungs
so I could exhale faith
and spread it.
maybe then the whipping winds
would settle
and become
calm,
and I'd finally be
at peace.