Blue skies are offendingly optimistic
Pitch black nights are surreptitiously suffocating
The gray skies, filled with clouds and rain,
Are what brings me to life once again.
Grey is a middle, somewhere in between
Grey is out there, being seen.
Middle is what I like, it’s who I am
Grey is the slaughter and I the lamb
Together we go, forever so it will be
I am grey and grey is me