OUR LAUGHTER SHIMMERS

TWISTING THROUGH THE EMPTY CLASSROOM

LEAVING SUN STREAKED TRAILS OF DUST AS IT RICOCHETS

BOUNCING OFF THE LIGHT_GRAY  FACES OF THE STONE COLD CROWD

WE WERE LIKE YOU ONCE

DEVOID OF OUR HUMANITY

NEVER BOTHERING TO CHECK IF THE RAIN HAD STOPPED

BECAUSE IT NEVER DID

A TORRENT OF TIRED STATISTICS

ALWAYS DROWNING YOU WITH INPUT

NEVER LEAVING ROOM FOR A STRAY THOUGHT

BUT NOW?

NOW WE ARE MAGENTA

BOLD AND BRILLIANT

NOT CONFORMING TO A SINGLE STEREOTYPE

AN ANTI-PIGEON, FLOATING AWAY FROM THE FLOCK

PROOF THAT EVEN IF YOU CAN’T COMPILE IN THE CLASS,

YOU CAN STILL RUN

AND WHO KNOWS?

MAYBE WE’LL EVEN

CHANGE YOUR VIEW COMPLETELY