I know where I want to go
But I cannot find the way
I know numbers and words
But my mind won't let me say.
Blacks and whites
Have mixed me gray
There are no more extremes
In the spaces I lay.
The colours have bleached
Or have carbonised
But time is not reversible
Yet, we still let it pass by.
Zebras can't always hide
In colourful grassy plains
I can't seem to find
The right lane.
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