It's Not a Train of Thought, but a Train of Color.

My eyes are alight...
Just like a child, and I'm looking on
in awe and wonder
I really dont know.
I don't know why, honestly.
You can ask me anything.
Say anything
Tell anything
And I just want to
Scream.
Anything.
Why do I wish so bad that you knew?!
Because I know, somewhere,
in that endless heart of yours
you know the colors I'm dreaming up.
Don't you.
Oh boy...where am I going?
There's a streetlight and a dream
and I'm walking.
Tell me, are you going to follow?
Will you know?
Asking too many questions and not
even expecting answers.
No wonder I want my last words to be
simply, "Why not?"