Why do memories fade to yellow?

Blue days so intense, as if on fire

Stillness of memories crying out in yellow as they're born

Green made by mixing blue and yellow to yield flowers

Water for flowers, a dream for me

Adding to zero, risking one's life, like flowing, red blood

Drawing a line and breaking out from their shells, a pattern of blossoming flowers

Connecting consciousness, pen in hand, retrieving life

Let's go now to where rules can't be seen, off to find Equalls

In the blue sky, a string-like cloud moved

Feelings born from yellow cries out

Giving Purpose daily life made from quietly intertwined intent and thought

Giving meaning to daily life, red blood for me

Fulfill the moment, risk this moment, like tears that were shed

Lead by that hand, make a change now, a pattern of a blossoming dream

Connecting consciousness, pen in hand, retrieving life

Let's go now to where rules can't be seen, off to find Equalls

Scenery taken in from the place I imagined

The moment I held the long-imagined One in my hand

It far exceeded anything I'd imagined

Arriving at this place I'd imagined

Praying for a genuine beginning

A beginning that will change to motivation

Vitality in vivid primary colors

Praying for a genuine radiance

A surprise that will change into motivation

Broaden vitality with primary colors

A blank slate of a generation, mixing in the past, build it up, made to realize

Blackened, erase with the present, pile them up, where to next?

If our tomorrows have color

I'll draw them so they're visible