Lookin in the sky
With empty eyes
Dull and gray
Can't seem to find his way
No shades of white
No shades of black
Nothin but shades of gray
Colorless and bland
He wanders on again
Deep in his soul he aches
Just to see a color
Other then gray
Just another day
In an endless stream
Never ending
Never beginning
Just is
Everyone looks past him
Never really seeing
Never really knowing
This man of gray
And he wanders on
Through towns
Large and small
Through cities
Just waiting for his fall
Opens his mouth to cry out
And no sound comes forth
Opens his heart to feel
And we walk past him
As if he is not real
Opens his ears to hear our voices
Nothing but screams and screeches
Fill his auditory senses
Reaches out his hand
To grab at you as you walk past
And you run in fear
Stop for a minute
Look around you
See the man of gray
For he may be you someday

Very, very good Poet.

I feel as if I'm wearing grey,almost every day...
and my search gets longer every day that leaves me alone in this world
of grey surrounding me...

good one girl