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