If Only The Lights Were Blue

I wish for colours; I want them to swirl in my vision, green, purple and blue washing the world and blending together. I wish I could smell the stale air of that sour arcade, I wish I could see the lights bounce off quarters as they were shoved into yet another scamming circut board. I want to see the zig-zags and swirls of that age-old carpet dance in the ever-changing blue. The stale air has it's charm, you'll find. The theiving games are sweet once you make friends. This is where I want to remain, until I am as old as the gum-cacked carpet below.