The constant fray of human madness
The everlasting stream of grey
The scarce glimpses of color

The people,the grey, the uniform blandness
The shuffling around on the sure path
Not being aware of the color
Only thinking about the unpierced perfect sphere

The colors,the hues,the startling difference
The souls seeing past their eyes
Staring at the colors
Thinking about the stars

Never will they mix
Never will the uniform become different
Never will the color become uniform
Ever stable the sphere
Everlasting the stars