Cold Grey Rain

In light there is darkness.

And in darkness there is light.

Then there is the shade of grey. Morning and night can't beat the days of rain. Where the light of the surrounding is obscured by the glistening of the droplets of water.

The world is cold, so I wear black. The world is cold so I put my hands in my pockets. And in this shades of grey, me in my black and white walk alone. Until someone crosses my path, or until I cross theirs, I'll go at it solo.