Rose-colored glasses

I find myself looking through rose-colored glasses
Watching the world move by 
At night, always the busiest time of all
Only the street lamps twinkle
Making flickering shadows 
Where no light can fall
Oily blackness takes on a life of it's own
Lurking in dark corners of society 
Where my kind are thrown
I am the moon
I am the stars
I am the ethereal wraith that flits about
While you are oblivious
Content in your bed
You, confined to your roads
Your traffic jams
Your cars
I fly over mountains inside of my head
You gave everyone little neat categories 
Like beautifully wrapped cardboard boxes
Held together with duct tape
Conform
Reform
Or be 
Torn
From our vision of paradise
Well
I will not bend
I will not break
Sour grapes, my erstwhile friend
I didn’t want it anyway
Your paradise is a haven for fools
With it's schedules, it's expectations, it's endless rules
You can't  fly
They say
Watch me
I spiral upward 
Toward the scintillating whirlpool of nowhere
Why should I not do what I can
Just because you think you can't?
Come into my mind 
Please ignore the mess
I'll show you the world as it really is
Unedited
Raw 
Unrefined
You'll see the world through my eyes
As just one minute passes
There
Get it now?
Would you like a pair of rose-colored glasses?