Color in your own gingerbread man!

My favorite color is the world I want to live in. It's the vast sky and the open sea, boundless in its reach and hues, the primordial soup from whence we came, the coolness on a hot summer day, The color of everything when the glaciers melt and the skyscrapers are underwater. It’s the twilight in the night when my grandma says goodbye, To her friends that she’ll never see again. At the moment it's the color of her heart. It’s the waves that lap the boat they leave in, The channel that links one world to the next.

But this is just the color of an imagined reality, The color of the sea in an imagined homeland

At noon it's right there on the horizon, And if i strain my eyes perhaps i’ll see, That distant land from a seagull’s view.

But when i cup water in my hands it's the color of nothing, For this is just an imagined blue.