(not in yellow)
The window’s grey. I see just mist
That crawls to me across the street.
They say that I’m a pessimist,
But are they happy in this sleet?
Grey people walk, grey pigeons fly,
Grey cars pass by the garbage cans,
Grey earth, grey water and grey skies
Together meet in foolish dance.
Grey blocks of flats with dirty scars,
Grey windows set upon the walls,
Grey sky without shining stars –
Grey wheel of life so slowly rolls.
And I now dream and try to waste
Another gone forever day.
There is no sense. There is no taste.
My heart is dark. My soul is grey.
Symphony in Grey
© Copyright: Lancelot, 2003
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