days of grey days of grey,

when ever will you sway.

who even called you in?

winds doing, or peoples polluted sin.

what ever it be, i see you see,

and this is where you wanted to be.

i know you cant survive down here

or up within the space that's clear

i guess we all have our middle

our tolerances however great or little

i agree that we all should extend our reach

open to the give and take so we mesh and not collide.

but why cant one have his play,

instead of being locked away.

who says your right, would it be your mass appeal?

or the flashy things you wave, believing there all so real.

days of grey might only show, to block a painful sight.

i hope it soon does clear, for nothing seems to get out right.