darnfancylettuce

all my friends think they're crazy.

we envy the mysterious,

those whose candles burn, burn, burn.

I just think that we want our blues to be deep indigos,

our despair dark moonless nights.

we want our lives to be painted with bold, confident strokes

and glorious revelations.

we want an excuse,

a reason why we are not

what we were born able to be.

we want an obstacle, something that justifies our faults,

our lack of motivation or confusion in passion.

I fear that we are a lost generation, one wrought by

disillusionment,

the gradual disappearance of our hopes.

we were taught to dream in brilliant, vibrant colors, in neon greens, reds, and fluorescent yellows.

we were told to believe in the bold, in the possibility.

we stood for hope and change, against what we believed to be an outdated and out of touch reality.  we made impassioned speeches to our student bodies as our parents and teachers stood on the perimeter and hung their heads, letting their heavy eyes fall to the floor, undaring to believe in our boldness.  They knew.

we thought we won,

but the world stayed gray as it ever was, is and will be.  we carry our disappointment on our backs, a weight as pervasive as that of our own bodies.

how can a generation made to dream in bold colors ever settle for the grayness of mediocrity?

mediocrity, by its very definition, improves with every better life.  our dreams are based on a false reality.

we cannot all be above average.

we misunderstand:

gray is not a lack of color, but a combination of all.

the truth does not matter though

because the persistent belief remains.

for we are entitled.  we were born with the possibility.

this is why our blues are some of the deepest, most beautiful blues this world has ever known.