I become introspective, curling into myself.
When I look past the solemn, colorless, starkness,
There is a complicated world in shades of gray,
A metaphor for life,
Where not everything is colorful and bright,
So little is clearly black and white,
But instead, we have to look into our hearts,
Follow what we know to be true,
There are often many paths to choose
That will lead us to the light…
A beautiful thing.