There have been those days
That fall apart,
When I cannot stand
On this land;
As I waver in my heart
Though afresh I start,
My life tastes bland,
Filled with ashen greys—
There have been those days.

There are also days
That never end
When ambitions seem
Just a dream.
For the avenues that wend
Through the hues that blend,
They hold no scheme,
Just an endless maze—
There have been those days.