grey

grey

everything is grey

like the streets of london celebrating the fragrance of tea

like the morals of those once shy, twice bitten

like a pen announcing a most tragic end

like an adventure that has begun far too soon but ended too late

like dreams and delusions that cloud my mind

from this angle, you could deceive me

the sun could be the moon

for all i know, i am

certain that i am lucid dreaming

for why else would the city be grey?

why else would rain freeze amidst falling?

why else would we hail from dust and bone?

why else would i refuse you as my one true calling?

why else would i forget to leave while stalking?

why else would i consider this pastime stalling?

why else would my notebook be filled with so much scrawling?

why else would the cherry blossoms wither five months per centimetre?

why else would she sob each time you bring carnations?

why else can i read your mind but not the street signs?

why else would you think my red flags as mere flags that mark your destination, me?

why else would the birds sing with desperation, fear?

why else would footsteps so tentatively sound, dear?

why else would the wind be passing so gently,

would time be passing so slowly,

so treacherously,

so seductively,

so silently?

straight into the night

without a single sound

without a single notice

did the sun travel around the world

so everyone packed up their chairs and walked on

they chased the grey away

like one would chase an unwanted critter

a man with an addled mind from spirits

a bad memory resurfacing, haunting your sleep

and i tried to help

i chased the grey away

but i chased it like you would

a car that is speeding

a beautiful dream fading

a lover that is leaving

then they asked me, “do you still see the grey?”

“no,” i tell them

for that much is true

i do not still see the grey

for how else would a fish explain water?

how else would a man explain air?

how else do i explain grey when

everything is grey