if i were to boil it down
i live in hues of light gray
blue so bright i could drown
and hints of tree green throughout the day

every so often
when the hues no longer soften
my days are thunderstruck
"am i forever out of luck?"
a sprinkle of a black cast
crowned in an orange hail forecast

after the burn of those days
there is no more frown
my life is tinted daylight and sepia
not the dark, dreary kind from the maze
but the type that makes me want to drown...
not myself of course, but my coffee, in stevia

but at last, when there is no more brown;
i live in hues of light gray
blue so bright i could drown
and hints of green throughout the day