I sit and watch out the window
I wonder when it’s my time to go
What is the situation
It magnifies my frustration
If I lived in color
I’d never have to wonder
Why my colors are monochrome
What color is the snow?
Black like my soul?
White like the nonexistent
Or gray like the strand of hair on some one
ready to go
Some one you used to know
Long ago…
I see what I see
But happy, how can I be?
When I’m happier with my eyes closed