Familiar faces and routines, you don't want to break through the crowd; so you blend in with the rest. Pounding on the makeup, styling your fake hair, and dressing like everyone else.
You've become just another mime.
Copying everyone else but never speaking for yourself, just living your balck and white life; trying to get out of your box. Then, a splash of color enters your life, the color burns.
These people are not a mime, but a light to a dark world, shining as bright as a star. They bring news of life and joy and how they once were exactly like you, but changed to a star. Instinctively, you avioid them, but you're trapped, not being able to get out of your own box.. Until a lightful hand, grants you a key.
The light is too bright. Too convinced that mimes are good, great to be just a copy not an original. You've decided to tiptoe out of the box, into freedom, a new life. Looking back to a world of mimes, all stuck in a box, black and white; color blind.
Looking ahead, there's color, light, and truth; but there is only a slim amount of them. You want to bring the stars to the mimes, but deep down, you still are one. Afraid not to be a copy and hide your light. Bursting at your seems, love explodes in a color explosion.
Color lands everywhere, bringing up color to the colorless. The mimes are finally free, out of their box.
