Painted in grey scale;
life takes a smooth rail.
Lacking the adventure
I make a dull sphere.
My soul questions me
values swell free.
Mural of series
doors scream murky.
Where did I lose?
Why do I hurt?
The system yelling high,
but I miss the sky.
Black is my veil
opaque and frail.
A gust of wind;
breaks me down
strong to wipe frown.
My frowsty lanes.
And work in vain!
