Restless, my soul wanders through a grey
land,
Everything around me is cold and bland
Vague recollections of colour flash through
my mind
Colours of emotions long ago, left behind
Many choices I must make,
Many paths there are to take.
Some will lead where I want to go
Others meander in this grayness that I
know.
In the silence I hear my own voice
It is not happy with these offers, this
choice
I want something different, it cries
Do not believe these irrefutable lies
I hesitate to go forward
I can not go backward
Staying in one place,
Has never won a race
Could I but tear the fabric of this world,
Could I but break free, escape into the
fold,
What different worlds are there to see?
What a different person I would be.
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