There's one feeling
It comes and goes throughout your time on earth
Many people have it
Only some are lucky enough to escape its grasp
It's meaningless grasp
The same thing that makes the wolds color drain
Not all the way though
There's always some color left
Just enough so it's not black and white
Just enough so there's something to look at
Just enough so you don't notice anything wrong
But it's dull
So very dull
Its dullness spirals around you
Until you can't help but one day
Let it take you with it
Into its grasp
