Darkness or Rainbows?

Once upon a time we stared into the future

We saw rainbows

Rainbows, unicorns, but mostly color

As we grew the color culminated into a darkness, a blackness that we could not define

Somewhere among the fairy tales, and the mystical creatures we lost our fire

Our fire held captive by tired souls

Our fire held captive by books, and pencils

Our rainbows covered by clouds

The fate for many is not necessarily the fate for all

For some fall into the blackness, and emerge more colorful than before

Some realize that they can paint over the darkness

Some realize that they are the artist and the future is their canvas

The future is yours

The future does not belong to the gremlin

The future does not belong to the fear

The future belongs to you

The future belongs to we

Once upon a time we stared into the future

We saw rainbows

Rainbows, unicorns, but mostly color

As we grew the color culminated into a darkness, a blackness that we could not define

Somewhere among the fairy tales, and the mystical creatures we lost our fire

Our fire held captive by tired souls

Our fire held captive by books, and pencils

Our rainbows covered by clouds

The fate for many is not necessarily the fate for all

For some fall into the blackness, and emerge more colorful than before

Some realize that they can paint over the darkness

Some realize that they are the artist and the future is their canvas

The future is yours

The future does not belong to the gremlin

The future does not belong to the fear

The future belongs to you

The future belongs to we

Once upon a time we stared into the future

We saw rainbows

Rainbows, unicorns, but mostly color

As we grew the color culminated into a darkness, a blackness that we could not define

Somewhere among the fairy tales, and the mystical creatures we lost our fire

Our fire held captive by tired souls

Our fire held captive by books, and pencils

Our rainbows covered by clouds

The fate for many is not necessarily the fate for all

For some fall into the blackness, and emerge more colorful than before

Some realize that they can paint over the darkness

Some realize that they are the artist and the future is their canvas

The future is yours

The future does not belong to the gremlin

The future does not belong to the fear

The future belongs to you

The future belongs to we

Dear Old Me

Dear Old Me

All The Same

All The Same