We are wise beyond our years-
We ought not forget the nostalgia
of innocence and simple joy,
Not to be too far deep
in the breadth of all we can prove.
I can still grin and laugh,
so grin and laugh with me!
There's no rule saying life is stoic
that we must paint our fates
in sleepy gray hues!

We ought not to live like the others
Mining for meaning in the dull clouds
beneath the lore of our boring norm
For my dear, very symbol of felicity
Let us arise toward the colors
we gleefully paint on ourselves,
Let us dance upon the silken nimbus
and chase the angels who gave us such fortune!