Oftentimes, sitting in the dark I wonder what it would be like to be light
To see life in brighter shades
Yellow for bronze, grey for ash
Maybe even caramel for cocoa
I wonder,
How does it feel not to be afraid?
To desire and chase
To dream and accomplish
To be in control, to own your own fate
What does life look like in technicolor?
If you’re living in the rainbow, do you even know what darkness means?
Does the child of shadow ever get used to the light?