When everything goes by you do you look at all of it?

Every gust of wind
Every dust particles
Every moment of time

Passerby, Critters and Buildings

Eyes scrolling at everything do you even feel it?

Extremely numb and painting all of it as grey


The Light slowly fading Shadows re-emerging



Do the bright in your eyes screams hate?
Do the shadows in your brain screams detest?

And yet you stand idly waiting for fate

When the fate of the mundane ends in repent