The light of life evades me.
Yet there remains one dull shade.
Neither black nor white is seen.
Life is all composed of gray.

Amid life, within gray walls,
Nameless days pass uncounted.
The promise of the morrow
Breaks as a poor yesterday.

Moods from this gray weariness
Burden a soul heavily.
Encouragement and advice
Have no lingering effects.

These gray skies are over me.
What is shown is what is known.
Upon this circular walk,
I walk the walk to nowhere.