Insurance of Imagination

We play in cities that glow
a different colour every day
under the mist of our whims,
sprawling purple and green
beneath our feet
beyond our eyes
with no whispers in our ears
of how things are meant to be,
the buildings do as they are told

We sit in rooms with colours
pushed to the edges,
wearing monochrome suits,
drawing lines we are expected to draw
along the page
between each other,
the air we breathe carries the word
of scripture into our blood, a tome
of how things are meant to be,
we do as we are told