all things are gray and blue
walls are the sky's limit
minds endlessly anticipate
the whens and hows are fickle
the whos and whys are ungentle
all under the lack of sun
sort, track them down
thoughts that before us frown
oh, where's reality
here, with time, it will flee
truth shall set light one day
these hands will break free
all over the hope for sun
one day, someday
our faces before each other
it will yet be, this future
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