Color is eluding Never been a fan of things bright Gray tones are consistent Giving way to comforting night
A voice that's muted By all things loud Will never be heard While controlled by the crowd
Opaque is appealing A means of not standing out Creating an impenetrable fortress Of walls to hideout
Time can cause a slight iridescence A glimpse of what was once there Though blending in, is the name of the game Opportunities for the illumination of color are very brief and rare
Does one continue to live in the gray...Or break free?