Monday 1 August 2011

Grey Days

I'm not sure if I can keep up
with the pace of life.
I've been plodding along
whilst the world passes me by
and it's gotten to the point
where the most menial decisions-
which clothes to pick out in the morning,
what to have for breakfast,
which album to listen to-
all feel like life and death dilemnas.
But I realise they tie in to
the greater question;
what's the point in deciding
these little things
anyway?

Everything is a dreary dismal grey
and that's why I can't choose between black and white.
I'm waiting for the sun to guide my way
and provide my path with a new found light.

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