GREY

The rainbow we say is a spectrum of light

but how could it betray with so much darkness?

and dreams may live in the realm of nightmares?

Its existence revealing as a paradox in hindsight

Notoriously known as "Roy G. Biv"

It violently takes hold of your minds sight,

and is deceitful when giving

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I could never find myself,

there are colors in every step

chaos and confusion with every breath

I could never trust the reign of those that promise benevolence

the rain of bows is all I get,

and the arrows of reality unspent

The colors of its arc set in its ordained place,

never to deviate their path of way

Floating in a false utopia ray,

birth in the sunshine after rain

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Fading faster than it appears,

it promises bliss that is never actualized

Pessimistic to ideas,

quick to idolize the glitz that mesmerize

fall in line, it commands

to become what it dictates

To conform to colors, forms, and shapes,

obstructive to heavens gaze

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My happiness exists in grey

A shade that never throws shades,

it is non-judgemental

It is the day that guides one’s path of way,

a shield from lingering plagues

Existing in the in-between,

I look upon the hazy skies for divine grace

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Grey is extensive,

giving room for love and acceptance

It evolves beyond spectrums,

and does not obsess over colors presence

It has no confined layers,

it is clear and has no hidden agendas

A balance of all worlds,

and acknowledgment of our inner powers

A medium to all gods,

exhuming signs and wonders

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A world of dismay is then restored by grey

a paradigm shift of possibilities that were once frail

a force unwavering in its quest,

to break the bounds of every rainbow chest

It is the freedom that infers no conditions

a neutral world of good intentions

A contrast to the deceits of powers that be,

a map to heavens gleam

With that, I hold my chest and say

My happiness is found in the breast of the cloudy Grey