"Create as I speak"
Blue skies above
Dove like , the clouds
etheric grass underneath his feet the suns light growls.
Eyes garner the distance, flowers prowess
Coexistent with colorful vibrancy
Birds chirping like gals with no privacy
Abracadabra words manifest so violently.
"What a blissful day" he says
He strays further, to encounter a broken shack with an orifice resembling that of a Tyrants smack
He Walks in, negative thoughts strike back
Blacker than klondikes a head full of things that he doesn't like
Frozen in time he sits, broken like cut lines or strips, his psyche plummets down into an everlasting sea of a dark Abyss
"What.... a nightmare" he says.
An epiphany walks in his mental... "abracadabra" it yells. "Be the architect and shape the clay as your desire seeks"
"What a wonderful day" he says.
Dark thoughts shift back to his prior state of being and he embraces the feeling then laughs while exiting the house. The house then crumbles to pieces.