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.