Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.
Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.
And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.
Yukon forests? Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?
Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.
Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!
Raising expectations to an unsustainable level
As the crowd goes wild, flying over the gap between fiction and reality
Making the question of how they would land a scary topic
Pitching sideways on the landing, the public crashed and burned, and that’s why we can’t have nice things
Picking the right color is so important to create the correct atmosphere
A shade too dark and it puts people in a somber mood
If its too light they will feel not grounded in the space
Now if you go for a wild color, well that just causes people to go insane
That’s why the world believes in beige, and why I avoid it like the plague.
Sliding down the road
Looking for traction among the glittering ice
Invoking different deities for divine intervention
Pounding to a stop in a snowbank ends the wild ride
He danced along his mental landscape
Enjoying the infinite possibilities inside his mind
Allowing his imagination to go wild
Determined to escape the reality his meat brain was stuck in
Living in the past, needing an awakening
It tries to force you to be a hero
Now if you are in your twilight years you might be between worlds
Knowing you want just one more wild breath
Be like the majestic wild stag
Understand that it is important to be proud
Contemplate where the hunters may be and avoid them
Keep strong in the midst of the storm
When they told her to calm down, she amped it up
If they told her to wait a minute, she went faster
Looking back was never an option; she just kept her eyes to the future
Determined was how she viewed herself, others thought she was…
Cacophony of past and future ideas
Hoarded on every flat surface of her office
A dizzying architecture of paperwork, books, and coffee mugs littered the officescape
Organized by randomness and curated by wild pixies
Still, she found the correct form in less than twenty seconds