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A constant landscape of grey

Where nothing ever changes

The dull scenery is surely

Corroding the soul

No stimulus to react to

The passing days – monotone

No distinct forms

Just blurry patches – monochrome

Barely getting any signal

From the vast space enclosing you

Stuck on a desert island

In this sea of tranquility

No stimulus to react to

The passing days – monotone

No distinct forms

Just blurry patches – monochrome

Come over and bathe

In all the colours

On the painter’s palette

Of the Creator

Lose yourself in Him entirely

And experience life to the full

Come over and bathe

In all the colours

On the painter’s palette

Of the Creator