The Distance

I close my eyes and wish I were sliding on a greyscale.
Life is so very black and white.
I’ve seen the light, and it isn’t moody or romantic,
It isn’t warm or mysterious, just bright.

Because I know what I want, who I want, when,
There’s nothing to reason from rhyme nor rhythm,
Playing with meaning will not close the distance,
Life is so very black and white.

I’ve spent all the clichés and spilled all the angst,
Laced with the words running rivers of dreams,
Dripping true blue blood on my desperate blank canvas.
But it won’t close the distance, it won’t bring you near.

There’s Me,
The Distance,
You.
Life is so very black and white.