Imma Write Some Poetry. Because-- Poetry

I promised myself I'd limit myself to one post a day, but I'm really bored, so Imma write some poetry because I'm in the mood for it.

Dream
The sky is blue
Not grey
Why?
Am I free?
I can see a thousand colors
Reflecting from the lashes of my eyes,
They sing songs of joy

I see the green of the grass
The blades blur together
Like water

I feel heat.
Finally, heat.
The warmth touches my soul
my skin glows
I'm alive again

My eyes open
the sky is grey
the walls are grey
the floor is grey
I am a prisoner once again


So, whaddya think? Pretty terrible, right? I'm a horrible poet. Tell me in a comment how I can make this better.