Stuck in this room, a cell that I've created.
No doors that I can see, I am a prisoner here.
This is my bland world.
My walls are grey
And the room is empty
And even though I see the colors of the world
My grey heart drowns them out.
A black cloud always blocking out the sun.
And rain always washing away the colorful chalk scenes
Scenes of my life
Of what could be
If only I spread my wings
If only I shed these chains
But these scenes quickly get washed away
As I sit and stare mindlessly at the wall.
Feeling empty, detached, alone
Wathing the the same hypnotizing movie, as life slips away
And all I have to do is break out of these shakles
Reach out and touch life
And then the greyness will fadeaway
Only to be replaced by a rainbow soul.
17 July 2002