In case you haven’t noticed,
our world has gone for the worse.
One cannot go a day without hearing
a mention of pain and suffering
Bombings, Terror, Death

What happened to our happier times?
As a child, where
anything was possible,
anything could happen.
A giant man in a red suit
came in the night to bring you presents,
and you believed it.

You believed it all,
Anything, anyone ever told you.
Believed that a bunny brought eggs in the night.
Believed that all souls were born good.
We were shielded by our loved ones from
all of the pain and suffering in the world

When someone died your parents told you,
“They are now happy in heaven”
and you were calmed.

What happens if someone told you that all these lies were true.
That you could go back to a happier time.
Would you believe it?
Would you want to feel the kind of joy once felt as a child?
Know that when you died you would live on.
That you would see the people you loved again.
That no one was really gone.

In art class I was told
that the color black was all of the colors mixed together
that it was a happy, full color.
Those teachers never knew how it felt like to wake up
and have your soul gone.
All it leaving, a black hole.
And you knew that the color black was not all the colors.

That black worn at a funeral wasn’t because people were happy
You learned that the black clothes were the shadow
of the things that were never done.
Thoughts never spoken
All the regrets in life

I hope I live my life different.
Use all the colors up when I am alive.
So that,
people at my funeral will wear white.