Crayons

I was the pigment of riches Soon become ignant looping and looping Repeating repeating 'til all I knew made me hollow and stringent Stripped of integrity, quick witted mind Equally rivaled in ivory irony Watch as the red and cerulean dynasty strive Technologically We can consider this all time high Beautiful light in the eye of the storm Twinkling as if it's waving goodbye Soon out of sight But I can assure you this grounded decline's Unjustified by the litany of time Youth is the air that will keep us alive