Written by P. L. Cobb
Life is a furious sea
The colour of dust, ash . . . Grey
There’s no clear split down the middle
It scares you
But it’s commonplace for me
Time to snap back to reality
There’s no simple yes or no
There’s no one to tell you where to go
Whether to go up high, or to go down below
What do I know?
I couldn’t even show you where to start
Which begs the question: what part
Do I have in all of this?
How did I find myself at the heart
Of your turmoil?
Who made me your keeper?
Take your own ideas with you
And drown in a sea of furious grey!