He walks in a daze
Content in his bleakness
Knowing what's really there
Yet denying it's existence
A time once spent
living a cold and dark life
Not seeing what's really there
Looking through black-colored glasses
Is it a coward's way of life
to live as a turtle
not facing adversity
but retreating into himself
Comfort and warmth among friends
their care and concern undeniable
A much better road to be taken
when travelled, not seen
through black-colored glasses.
