Gray

They say dogs see in only black and white
How I wish that humans could be the same way
Because all of the gray we find ourselves in
Seems to leave us empty and depraved

It's not a matter of whether you're bad or good
Seems like it's always somewhere in between
It makes it making a decision
About who you are is just plain obscene

You think about your past and all of the bull shit
You think you should be stuck there or completely let go
But memories still haunt you even though they seem ancient
And what you thought was old news once more is a foe

You look at the life that you're choosing to lead
Your friends, your family, your hobbies, your job
You feel you should be happy or at very least content
But the gray swarms once more, and that feeling is robbed

But we go on like this, living in the gray
We're not even awoken by the loudest of life's shrieks
I only hope it doesn't get to the point
Where the next thing I look forward to is no more than bleak