My colorful world filled with black and weight,
Seems to turn gray has skies turn bright,
The sun no longer orange,
But round in its big boring wonder,
I turn around to use more than a frown,
With a hope of just seeing a crown,
But no, only mimes that move in there own little bubbles,
Bored, I soon began to walk down a street,
Seeing buildings with no color,
Just black and weight,
One the same as the other,
I walk in to room one o four,
I clime the long steps,
That seems to take my breath,
To a room where is best used to rest,