The color græy;

Spell it either way and you still

Have the same shade of haze.

Just like you and your take on life;

One day looks like all the rest.

Even those days you claim all is well,

Even those days you claim to be content

Seem to have the air of despair.

It’s the same story spun with two threads

But ending in the same product:

            Unhappy haze. Restless and you can’t pick your path.