Life turned gray,

and my soul exhaled dust.

Black and White, the two coasts between which I float.

I see shore, but never reach it.

Lost in misdirection

with no darkness to discern evil,

no light to feel hope.

Just a vessel of indifference.

I used to dream in color,

basking in a vibrant palette.

Life carried a technicolor joy

that swirled through my veins

like honey in hot tea.

Over time I melted

and clarity and meaning did too,

steeping into a neutral ink smudge.

All that remained was a slow, careless shrug.

Life turned gray,

and my soul exhaled dust.