No Feels

Feel no way..
Feel no way..
Lately I’m only painting grey.
A washed out hue, of baby blue,
A drunken shade of pink.
Two dozen roses in the garden
And they aren’t even red.
The hell with the color of a flower,
the petals still end up on your bed.
I’m filling myself with a bit of green,
In hopes of finding a color scheme.
Brown oak, purple dress,
Trying to make sense of this fucked up mess.
Still all I see is grey..
Grey sky, grey pigeon, grey sidewalk,
Grey building.
All day..
all day…
But I keep on walking,
Continue chatting with myself,
Looking to find a single shade,
a single tinge that isn’t grey,
to make me feel some type of way.

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