"within the shades of grey are brief monuments of emotion that define what we call life."


day in, night out,
a continuous cycle of time.
shrouded in shades of grey,
are the moments we call life.
pause too long,
and it will pass you by.

we wake each morn,
we work each day,
we dream through the night.
as our "lives" fade,
we break routine seldom,
we live most days the same.

within these shades of grey,
are brief monuments of emotion.
emotion is what defines.
this are what we live for,
this is our purpose.
this is our life.

there is no escaping,
from the cycle we are in.
we'll live eighty years,
remembering the detail of only ten.
fore every other day is the same,
merely just another shade of grey.

but that's within reality.
there is also the realm of dream.
within this dream world,
you are who you want to be,
you are in control.
you believe only what you see.

rather than letting time pass us by,
we simply pass the time.
pause, freeze, and stop,
take a moment of happiness
and dream of it each night.
within the dreams we live our life.

no sadness and no regret,
we envision love and joy,
that we could never forget.
those shades of grey,
are flooded with color,
and they are washed away.

many are quick to criticize,
those of us who are dreamers.
but you can all feel free to do so.
because while you live in pain,
while you live a pointless life,
while you blend with the shades,
we, the dreamers, are no longer passed by.
we are taking control,
and we are passing time.

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in our lives we have very few moments of true happiness. very few days we will hold dear and take with us into eternity. we live our life one emotion at a time. we dont remember the days we spent going to work. we dont cherish how every day was the same. we remember the night we snuck out to see our first love. we remember the day we got to see a long lost friend. we remember birth and the death of loved ones. our memories are captured and defined by the emotion the conveyed. it is in these monuments of emotion that we live life. it is these moments we dream of each night. every other day is merely another shade of grey.
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