Neon Pencils

The only light in the dark, filling this world with colours from another.
Every masterpiece swished up in the corner longing to be free.
Ideas rush to my head and the room is nothing but silence.
The box as delicate as the last autumn leaf
I block out the sounds around me and get pulled into another world.
Staring at the roof the sounds of the rain become louder.
Rolling around like a broken dream catcher in the wind
Colours that could light up the night sky
Like never before my heart starts to pound, my master peace is done