Gray Days

[MindxSmoke]

Sitting in a room of color
My taste is like no other
Across the Fabric plains,
My brother
Too many times I am the Other

Taking pictures with my mind
Seeing things that aren't so kind
So innocently we have sinned
To the Forests, we will hide
But the Wind, it preaches in
Our learning minds

Watching the young become the old
And the old being set Free
This is where we walked to
And slept under our spirit tree

Looking to the east end of town
Thinking of the lonely clown
For once I think I saw
Him wearing a frown

Stuck in these days of cold
Feeling like everything is old