Tints and Hues

Here in this city we seek good reason To do this and that for enough payback; We aim just to see beyond odd season, In fashion and fad, in easy and slack. Our daily affairs involve a plain face; A copycat wave that slaves this instance; On voice box we stare in somber enclave; And wait for fine saves in deep dark distance. Between dawn and dust, the weathered charades; Turn each to each now with blank, bored faces; Then do what we must to venture parade; Accept time's endow with empty traces. Weary and dreary find solace in sleep; Nightmares once dreamy grip worries we weep. Leon Enriquez 22 Apr 2014 Singapore