On grey colored days I see
Silver slivers of dew flowing to their end
And all that while I feel
A million moments travel to a place inside my head
When the dusk splays the soft horizon
Putting a million roses to bed
A palette of moods for every season
In dark, burns behind the moon
I'm like a large speck of dust
Worrying about matching hats and scarves
I am an arrangement of thoughts formed by
An order of predetermined paths
Mirrored emotions of the sky
Dip tainted feet in sparkling waters
Buy scenes of green leaves on trees
Take a breath and what I can from her
In time I will crumple and crease
An instance of chaos in peace