Painted dreams

We lived in a world of painted dreams

Idealistic visions of a future never to come

Hell, we were supposed to have flying cars

Atomic cars, atomic energy

Bright painted futures

They inspire hope and innovation

Whatever happened to painted dreams

Now when people speak of the future

Its dark and dismal

Whatever happened to painted dreams

What happened to our starry-eyed dreams

What happened to our hopes and prayers for the future

Why are we stuck in this pessimistic state

I dream of a bright and glorious future

For myself and so do many others

But when they dream of the world as a whole

I don’t hear

Hope I don’t hear glory

I hear fear and loathing

What happened to our painted dreams

When did they become painted nightmares

When did our dreams turn to visions of the apocalypse

Why can’t we dream of a bright future

When it comes to humanity as a whole

I want us to paint dreams

Again in glorious technicolor

Instead of dreary back and white

So let us conjure up the courage to paint them again

I will dust my paint and brushes off

And paint my dreams again

And pray that we all do so