I N T R O S P E C T I O N

In a world of grey and black, Wandering shadows, no turning back, Empty eyes in a hollow face, Apathy in this vacant space. Lines on my hands, like rivers of time, Tracing moments I've left behind, Every wrinkle whispers a tale, Of dreams forgotten, lost and frail. Time slips through like sand on the breeze, An endless cycle, never at ease, In twilight's grasp, I stand alone, A heart of stone, an empty throne. Beneath a sky that's forever dim, I see the world, feel nothing within, Fading echoes of distant sound, In this barren place, forever bound. Grey and black, the colors blend, In this void, where will it end? An apathetic soul, lost in night, Seeking meaning in fading light. Lines on my hands, the story's clear, Of time that's passed, and dreams held dear, In this grey and black, I'll find my way, Through emptiness, to a brighter day.