As the colors of the sky
touched down atop the lake,
I forgot the world was black and white
and the scenery was fake.
The dream world I lived in
had kept me in too long,
I forgot the world outside was bad,
I forgot that world was wrong.
Yet the colors of the sky
seemed so real from where I stood,
I almost wanted to believe
I lived in a world of good.
But the world still stands so evil
with a fake, waxy facade,
and I wouldn\'t have thought twice about it
if the sky hadn\'t been so odd.