Greytones
My world is full of greytones
Bypassing broken bones
Whispering who knows me
And the feats of liberty
My world is full of greytones
Throwing skipping stones
Cherishing those lights
And all the lost fights
My world is full of greytones
Attacking carnage clones
Capturing flipped floors
And the locked doors
Show me the truth
Black and white, no
They're not in this zone
I only see greytones.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world