I’m wearing grey

And like storm clouds I’m murky

Unclear and not fully explained

I am a gamut of a shade

The sun you cannot see

A path covered in piles of dead leaves

Indifference with lack of modesty

Not attracting too much attention

Never approaching each thing with a great sense of apprehension

The fleas that still jump the same height as the jar

The way Hubble’s law explains the absence of stars

Missing pieces to my lives puzzle

Black and white as extremes

Lonely people idiosyncratically perceive

And I run with the trees

Contradicting what I’ve been lead to believe