In an existence of time and space we pretend that everything matters
We replay our thoughts in our heads
in search for a happy ever after
But when the movies in our minds don't
play out like we want; we shatter
Let's cling to something more real more
tangible like the sound of laughter
Over again in a world full of reds
we disguise ourselves like gold
Pretending to choose sides that will
reflect in us what is bold
But instead of having to pick between
black or white; hot or cold
I decide to exist in a gray world
where my soul cannot be sold
~DK
