But who took the Light
Out of my black and white,
And let the whole world slip away?
Turning it all, into a monotonous grey?
Further it spins. Way out in the night,
While I sit in silence, far out of sight.
Colorless. Nondescript. I, all alone,
Sit in my world. No colors are known.
Why should I be sitting in gloom,
When there’s a palate of colors
In the very next room?