The Tree of Dreams

I once had a dream where I was never here
and in that dream there a tree, just a tree, and me
And on that tree there were thousands of glowing lights
hanging by thin threads, all varying in length.

Each light held a memory of a better time or terrible times
and they were put into three different sections, different colors
There were the red ones, those ones were full of
anger and hatred and pain, nothing good came from red.

The second one was blue and those ones were full
of sadness, of cut wrist, tears, and panic attacks
And then there were the greens ones, those ones were full
of happier times, of sunny summer times, and shrieks of glee

When I woke up I realized that it wasn't a dream
that it was just my past, present, and maybe even my future
My past was full of wonderful green, my present currently
full of wretched red and onslaught of blue, so much damn blue

I once had a dream where I was never here
and in that dream there was me, just me
There was never a tree, no reds, blues,
or greens. Just black, gray, and white.