Exist in a Gray World

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