In the morning, I wake up.
My eyes refuse to stay open,
Maybe because it's fed up
With everything being grey;
I got up and sat on my bed.
Let my feet down on the cold floor;
It all feels so heavy,
My body is heavily weighed down.
I went to the kitchen for coffee.
To wake my body and senses,
Even though I know,
Bitterness just darkens the shadows.
Time seems to move so slow;
Even after taking in a dose of caffeine,
I don't feel my nerves waking.
I just feel like a static comic.
I go to work daily.
Walk my way like any other day;
There was no excitement nor annoyance:
I'm just working to earn and live.
My days are always three shades:
Black, white, and grey.
But once there were other colors,
But now it's just a loop.
I don't feel alive, nor do I feel dead;
All were but neutral.
Neither is it good nor bad,
There are always shadows in the light.