A/N: No rhyme-scheme for this one. I wrote it on a whim so it's pretty rough, but I'd appreciate reviews nonetheless!
You told me that staring at your ceiling
Is the first sign of madness.
But would you believe me if I told you what I really saw?
I saw waterfalls,
I saw cannons fly through the air
And burn streaks through the sky.
I saw hatred, I saw despair,
I saw heartache and misery hold reign.
I saw happiness, and childish wonders
That simple words could never explain.
I saw silver streams canvassing hope,
And sadness, and grief, and love.
I saw swirling patterns carve glyphs
And fireworks drop from above.
I saw chrysanthemums, the pretty things,
Though the word is hard to pronounce.
I saw fire burn through me,
And the intensity wove me in and out.
I saw metallic auras and helium spheres
Bind the world like an endless highway.
I'm being driven along, like a flighty song
And I love travelling the grooves on my ceiling.
Who knew that blank walls could be so revealing?
I saw worlds past the folds of the altitude,
And life past the burrowing hedges of Mars.
I saw stars, I saw sparks, I saw withering hearts,
And I saw many things that leave me stranded
In a haze asking if I'm still sane.
But I think I must be,
Because I've managed to retain
The insanity only imagination can bring.
Would you believe me if I told you I saw hopes,
I'd never even dared to cross in my dreams?
Would you believe me if I told you heart-wrenching truths
That would make you cry your eyes off your face?
It isn't graceful to say, but the truth always lumbers,
And there's always a truth in all these lies you weave.
But I stare at my ceiling, and my mind wanders galaxies,
The truth of many that you'll never conceive.
Because there's so much that's unseen
In these blank faces around me.