Bright Grey
Several years have now gone by.
With shades of truth turned into lie.
Twenty-four hours at a time.
To find my life ain't worth a dime.
Without someone to share my day.
The sun just seems farther away.
Somewhere inside desire goes on.
With that bright grey of a new dawn.
An artist paints with many strokes.
From thoughts inside the soul evokes.
And each one has a special light.
As sometimes day turns into night.
What some may think is worthwhile art.
Others end up a mile apart.
With nowhere in between to go.
The difference is all that will show.
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