Gray

Lost between the black and whites of life and death

I continuously fail to paint my existence

Full of emotion yet still emotionless

Lost love and unable to love again

A million answers to questions I can’t answer

Am I happy or am I sad?

Am I alive or am I dead?

Is there a god and does it matter?

Do I have a purpose, does that matter?

Forever soaking in my pool of gray

Like a dancer without a song

A bar after everyone’s gone

A leader with no followers

Just a moment captured in a frame

Hoping for a colorful day

Waiting for darkness to end my dismay

How long will I live in shades of gray

Or until my existence just completely fades

The Question of the day

And yet, all the answers are all so gray