this one goes to the rebels. the artists. the writers.
the healers. the seekers. the nomads.
yes, that means you, beautiful dreamer.

your power is your story. your struggle. your song.
that means everything right, and all perceived wrong.

the future isn’t here. the past is long gone.
it’s all happening now, and you are the one

rising above monochrome cover.
venturing far away from the harbor.

your bright light inspires the others
to let go of fear and live in full-spectrum color.