It's Grey,
The in-between,
An expiration of fate.
I don't recall this desolate sensation.
I will wait,
For sooner or later, a something
An anything will happen.
But how do I know of this?
When colour is all I have known.
I realise.
I have been here since time began.
My subconscious swims in this dreamscape,
So,
I will wait.