Reality trapped in unrealistic walls

Thoughts simmered on the kitchen stove
Silence slept in my bed
Smiles sparkled on the black sky
On the waves of words I surfed

My world was a set of walls
Some made of pure paint, some a collage of words
Then someone told me colours could fade, words could smell bad
I lived nevertheless freed within the same walls
Dreams will carve out and fend for themselves when the bubble will burst