"Grays"

It hurts don't it
never to be able to see
the light of reality
because the days
have turned to shades
and living in its shadows
turned your purples to grays

So how do you stand
in the willows
in a land
that reacts to reactions
that reacts to imperfections
in the shadows of days
we see nothing but grays

The story ends when it begins
latching on to strings vibrating
in the process of time
in the process of divine
in the process of all that is
living in the awareness of nine

It hurst don't it
imageries fade
in the awareness of the past
hanging on the awareness of the present
so where is reality
in the shadows of days
where your purple have turned into grays

In Awareness
Aaza