Once Upon a Time, there was a little girl marred by idealism
She responded to her fate with a roaring enthusiasm colored gold
Inspired by delusions of grandeur, her eyes shifted quickly
Until they fixated upon the furious passion shaded violet
With a familiar gaze she swore imitation
But her infrared promises claimed it was truer than blue (Wolf! they Cried!)
It’s easier to see a wolf than it is to see a dragon
Especially in Amazonian Forests gleaming with green
But hearts don’t see, and they certainly don’t feel
They just beat and beat, drowned in little puddles of red
It’s funny, because this little girl seems so familiar
And if I never met her, she still would’ve met me
And if she never met me, I still would’ve met her
Because we were always “Why”
Just like the “X”, but one better
And I can’t help but wonder why we can’t escape our past
And why we can’t survive drinking petroleum
And why I felt like destroying something beautiful,
But then again,
I was never blessed with idealism.
