• Cliche shades of grey remain,
    Only I'm not there to see,
    All These reasons,
    All these feelings,
    Are what make me this today.

    Cliche shades of grey remain,
    A little room with less that paint,
    Keep your focus, Keep your focus,
    You won't find it in an end.

    So soft, like touch might be dangerous,
    so fit to tell that everythings gonna be ok.
    And I miss your time, I miss your time,
    I fell to a point of no stopping and I found,
    That I'm to blame, if it were someone else,
    I'd be running and fighting to escape.

    Is it so cliche when it's all that you see,
    When grey is the color your dream when you sleep
    It's not a trend or a marketing ploy,
    It's the pain of your life and the lack of all joy.

    Is it the color of death or the lack of full breath,
    Can a color be more than visual,
    something more like spiritual,
    like I'm individual,
    or even worse I'm miserable,
    but this cloud of grey lingers on,
    limiting capacity with it's mind bending awe,
    perspiration at only the sight,
    the grey will consume me....
    or bathe me in light. ..