there are days when the grey comes rolling in
like the fog, seeping through on a winter morning
dulling the light that used to shine
what is this grey? from whence does it come?
and more importantly, can I make it go?
the grey that replaces joy with dull
that steals motivation and momentum
that leaves discontent and sadness in its wake
is it real, this grey?
or is it a feeble excuse?
do I find the grey and lose the colour just because
that’s what I’m looking for?
i don’t like this grey
but it won’t go away.