Dec 3, 2015
19.11.15
There is light and there is dark Then there is the grey area in between Filled with stone and dirt and dust Here, there are no friends to be seen
If you should fall into this limbo Where we watch the clock that does not tick You will see on each side a path Of which your fate you must pick
One is a house of glass With smiling faces and reaching hands The other is a room with no on switch In the middle of which you must stand
But there is always the choice of neither No decision must be made For you could simply stay here Lost, oh lost, in grey.