Glow
Punmaker Extrordinare
Youth is the color of grey
It's neither black, nor white
Just a thick fog of confusion
That causes you to run blindly into doors
Fall into holes
And yet
With each mishap
You find that the pain makes you see clearer
Soon, the mist dissipates
You feel as though you may have lost something
Back there in the fog
But right now you don't care
You're just glad to be out of it
You see color for the first time
Things are in focus at last
It's neither black, nor white
Just a thick fog of confusion
That causes you to run blindly into doors
Fall into holes
And yet
With each mishap
You find that the pain makes you see clearer
Soon, the mist dissipates
You feel as though you may have lost something
Back there in the fog
But right now you don't care
You're just glad to be out of it
You see color for the first time
Things are in focus at last