When Do I Realize

Light has clear picture the dark has strange mixture I see the bigger picture Something to figure moments I'm a singer days feeling like a pro beginner Fresh air won't let me stop waiting for the moon drop A riddle from the first cloud Gives me a any genre I stay out loud it's cool Stay in side like stay in school Powerful enough I have my own rules who to share who will care Someday something will happen rare Still it's the game Truth or dare