Imagine

I have imagined in my dream. It was like a movie that I kept playing in my mind. I wish I could say it was from the future. It brings me back to that dark day of my life. I whisper to my inner self, wake up. So you won't keep playing anything. It is black and white. It's the only way to change the ending. I have to fast-forward to the beginning. There won't be any commercial for this dream in my life. I am trying to change the image I had in my head. It's like closing one door and opening another. But this time, it will be color. The ending will be more specific. The image in my head comes from my past. Now, I am trying to reply with an update. So I won't break from it. The only thing I can do is change the ending. I can't fix my past. But I can look at it in different forms. I won't let it describe my future. I am living at the moment for now with a color and updated picture. The image of my future differs from that of my past—two different endings. But I can say one thing: I won't have the same dream twice because my path has changed, just like my mind. I have to see something in color. I am returning to that black-and-white image, not on my card, but living for the present in paint. Could you show me a bet