Colors have faded away
All I see is shadows and shades of grey
There’s a man’s silhouette up the way
I hear faint whispers permeate
I wish his words crisper
But his voice is more distant
With each step he takes
I can hardly make it out
So I try to chase him down
As he walks the other way
I struggle to catch a glimpse
His stride looks eerily familiar however
I feel like I’ve known them forever
Wait that can’t possibly be
That silhouette is me
Or a symbol of what I will become
If I let my dreams drift away
So I refuse to succumb
To passiveness in any way

- Diangelo Tyler