I, want to be in a different place
**A place a new and of disguise
One where there aren't any grey
Skies**
I, doubt that anything will change
Paces are slowly moving toward
A target and I, want to be in that new place
That place, where the putrid smell
Doesn't exist
That anxious stench won't be
Amongst us.
I, wonder does this new place
Even exist
Is there a reason to persist?
**A place a new and of disguise
One where there isn't any grey
Skies.**