what is wrong and what is right
the world used to be in black and white
but dark seeped in and colors blurred,
and it is impossible to find truth in anyone else's word.

i live my life in grey
i dance on the seams of the ever dimming light
and what i can never appear to understand
is why i am standing still while others around me grow
i think i have it all together
i organize the lines and it put the facts into a pattern
but with my work complete
my tempestuous existence knocks it over
and i feel myself fall right back into the darkness
from which i was trying to pull away