GreyEvery day I am surrounded by the same faded coloursMore Like This
of bland people living stale lives
festering existences, decaying minds.
Every day I am surrounded by the same dreary city
filled with with dull people living dull lives
a place where ambition shies away, and imagination goes to die.
I sit quietly, alone. I dream of other places.
Anywhere but here.
The people nearby glance as they pass
puzzled, wondering who that man is
the one that dares to live
outside of the distinguished rut in which they all tread.
I happily isolate myself. It's a better world in my head.
People around me will ask on occasion, boldly,
yet cautiously, using what remains of the carcass of curiosity
“Why is he so quiet? What's with that guy?”
“Oh, don't mind him. He's just shy”; They quickly return to more comfortable inanities.
“Hey, did you catch the game last night?”
Culture floats motionless above Them, unchanging, unmoving
like flower petals on a stagnant pond.
They walk in t