In a world of canvases characterized by blandness—

There comes a chair, also bland, and colorless.

Without hesitation and consideration, it gets laid against,

Used, and manifested without any respect.

The chair, imprinted with achromatic messiness,

Used to identify its uniqueness.

But in a sea of chairs, grasped as unimportant, it gets laid against,

Used, and manifested without protest.

Once, embedded by its freshness—

The chair, now, by time, is bland, and colorless.

Due for recycling, to enhance its glint against,

The vibrant wall of Magnificence.

The Cycle of Life reoccurs timeless,

Until the chair disintegrates apart; 

as expected—into nothingness,

And forgotten, from its former Transcendence.