I'd rather live as an outcast
in this grey world,
than in the rainbow world of the fairy tales,
dreamt up by eyes dazzled in neon glare
where good is all violet and bad all black,
the world's actual grey, and at least I know that
The shades are scattered everywhere I go,
a little darker here, a little light there
Some lean into shadow, some into light
seen and shaped by every pair of eyes
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
I'd rather live as an outcast
in this grey world,
than in the rainbow world of the fairy tales,
dreamt up by eyes dazzled in neon glare
where good is all violet and bad all black,
the world's actual grey, and at least I know that
The shades are scattered everywhere I go,
a little darker here, a little light there
Some lean into shadow, some into light
seen and shaped by every pair of eyes
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