In your world

You know that blocking out the sun

with your thumb isn´t possible,

but you smile and try anyway,

you know pig's don´t fly

and rainbows really don´t taste like skittles,

but you´d like to think so.

Even though people tell you to pull your head out of the clouds,

you don´t care;

because in your world,

people fly,

dogs fart the alphabets,

and at the end of every rainbow

there´s not a pot of gold

but a waterfall filled with all the colors

and you bath in it

wishing to bring some color to this pale skin,

but you forgot what you´ve been thought,

the color white is not the absence of color,

but merely all the colors of the rainbow in one.