Listless Waiting... for black or white?
The vibrant crowd or the roaring silence?
On greys I feed, amidst the black and white.
The reds and yellows, blues and greens
The brightness of light, marching across my eyes
But I search for the grey, the dim twilight.
Search? I don’t know that word.
I walk – across the fields, beneath the trees
I see.
See? I don’t know that word.
I walk – beside the streams, the hulking rocks
Walk? Not me, I move...
Move? Wait? I know not.
