Are bits and pieces of a dream.
And in between the written lines,
Are shades of grey,
With prickly spines...
It's hard to be grey in a rainbow world.
It's hard to be the only grey cloud in a sea of blue sky and overwhelming sunshine.
Calm need not mean grey,
And sad need not mean blue.
Scared isn't yellow,
And green doesn't envy you.
Said the Mirror to the Self, "You're so different today, that even your shadow is a different shade of grey."
What is G.R.A.Y.? Glum. Reclusive. Apathetic. You.
When skies turn grey, don't run away.
But when they're green, swirls may be seen.
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