It was a dream I painted, in absolute control The magic of mixing colours I loved it I played with it Only to realize I was attached And losing control The dream was reality. Then suddenly.. The dream was over. Maybe I will dream it again I will not paint it then Will wait for the fourteen colours From the rainbow Sliding along No friction Smooth lines and Curved smiles I won’t open my eyes I will spoil it. Fear It will only be a dream again.