Pink fluffy unicons

Dancing on rainbows--

Legends and make-believe

Some little girl's fantasy.

 

Pink fluffy unicorns

Dancing on rainbows

Tired of all this nonsense.

Those unicorns

Spending their days dancing just for show

Their nights gazing down at the earth

Dreaming of the sleek black stallions

That they might have been.

Nothing but their thick fuschia hides

Kept them from dashing away from the rainbows

Onto earth's hardened racetracks,

And those tufty imaginations of manes

That reminded them they would never belong.

 

So what did the unicorns do?

They got tired of waiting

And wishing.

They were one

And they knew what they wanted.

So the rainbows were ractracks,

And nobody could lose

Because nobody needed to win.

Nobody cheated

Because nobody wanted to.

And almost everybody

Felt the thrill of the race.

They were champions.

They were glorious.

And they had found their place.

 

But there were still those

Who didn't want to change. They

Were who they were. Those

Whose hooves darted in whirlwinds

And stayed in one place.

Static movement

And a beat against the colours

As a handful only of

Those pink, fluffy unicorns

Danced down their rainbows.