Parables and Primes

When Once Upon a Time was real
We’d paint upon the walls with words
And call upon our doubts to kneel
Then fall upon their tongues with swords

If I might suggest to you
That all the dreams we ever knew
Were more than real and more than true
They were stories we could tell

In broken rhythms, busted rhymes
And all good turns in all good time
Of primal pulls and passions
And in parables and primes

So dance with shadows, paint with flames
And cast as far as far can feel
Cause Once Upon a Time’s today
And once upon a time is real