by Emmanuel Hizon
Road after road of listless sights and fears, will you be here?
Night after night of sleepless hours of darkness,
wondering where you will be
Wondering where I will be.
And everything feels like the same
Except a few
Everything feels like the same
Day after day of numb daydreaming, callous wandering
Hour after hour of counting infinity
Where do I begin?
And everything are shades of gray
Not black and white
I feel so gray
Everything is colored drab
Left for me.