Don't try to paint the world
With shadows black and gray
You will reveal nothing
But darkness and dismay
Find color in the void
A very special hue
It will define your life
And the things you will do

Times will shift from bad to good.
Humanity always knew they would.
“Things look dark and grim,” they'd say.
Though they'd always turn the other way.
The beauty of darkness shows in the light.
Only knowledge of wrong can demonstrate right.
Impermanence fosters the soul of being.
And sharpens the eyes of the world for seeing.

A dream can slip away,
And ooze into the floor.
There it will remain,
Becoming nothing more.

Time will pass overhead,
Each step a sudden crack.
He’ll leave the fallen dream behind,
Unlikely to turn back.

The dream will lay in darkness,
A cold void to it's center.
Stretching blind towards the light,
Begging help to enter.

It's hope will turn to poison,
Seething with regret.
An affliction with no cure:
It's potential never met.

The dream will late return,
And blast up from below.
An inner rage will advance,
A vengeful plot will grow.

Your dream will come to strike you,
Like nothing has before.
You will come to fear it,
And it's never ending gore.

So hold fast to your dreams,
Don't let them drift away.
Else one day you may regret,
And fear where your dreams lay.