Muted Greys

The misty rain strives to clear the sight

To wash off our cloaks of charcoal

To soften the world, bring back the rainbow

Reminding us to live with our souls


Just municipal trees on a lonely street

Boxed in by the concrete ideals of society

Just another of a thousand caged birds

Not knowing what it’s like to be free


We’re stuck within this dark chain of life

A mechanical wheel of nothingness

Minute by minute, day by day

Forever following this unfeeling track

An eternity of muted greys

The End

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