I Don'T Know What To Call This One

For days on end I begin to compose my thought patterns and emotions Radiating from my soul Making its way through my pen And onto a blank sheet of paper Filtering the necessities from the irrelevant Allowing a mere glimpse of the gyrations percolating through my spiritual cavity But why just a glimpse? Maybe this glimpse is all that is accessible And this semi-hollow void is all there is But to what extent is this a colorless disturbance? To the inmates of commonality All that is visible to them are gray walls And that's when desolation sets in But I've gazed beyond the pale ambience And seen the world that lays beyond And its attractiveness dominates over the gray walls a million fold