My mind gets to wandering, and I become troubled
Thoughts bleed into my vision
Take over all I see
I've come to find that things are never simply black and white
The two are but one interwoven strand
Tangled in between what you think is real
Greyscale surroundings consume vision that once retained color
I once could see the vibrance, and take pleasure in the sight
But now all I see is darkness, looming above my head
Staggering over any passing gleam of light
I try to shake it off and see things clearly
But the more I think the less I seem to care
Whats the point of anything at all?
Of me, of you, of any of our efforts?
Please tell me, what am I missing?
I'm dying to know