Reality


It's a colorful world
with shades of gray.
Even the brightest days will have suffering.
Every day will haul to a stop,
As the sun falls short on the horizon.
As the moon rises, darkness covers the earth.
Cold will fill the air.
All the laughing children lay in bed sleeping soundly.
Only wild things stay awake to watch the darkness.
As it unfold further and further.
Fog will cover the roads, leaving swamp sensations.
But, do not fear.
For as the moon fall
The sun rise once again
Color will fill the earth bringing back the good.
Untill darkness fall again.

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