Grey days, gray daze, life of constant haze
Chewing stale cereal of everyday bliss
Locked in time, unable to win God’s praise
Onward march of life, a source of malaise
Clipped wings of a dove, something is amiss
Grey days, gray daze, life of constant haze
Always looking to the tomorrow days
Years stretched before you, dropping off, abyss
Locked in time, unable to win God’s praise
Longing for the far-flung, your life, rephrased
Cancer of nostalgia, the things you missed
Grey days, gray daze, life of constant haze
At your tombstone, your children set their gaze
Love for them unable to leave your lips
Locked in time, unable to win God’s praise
You’re melancholy with a grey suitcase
Working ‘til you die, never throwing fits
Grey days, gray daze, life of constant haze
Locked in time, unable to win God’s praise
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Alex Olson is from Port Huron, Michigan and is currently studying at Southern New Hampshire University for his BA in Creative Writing. He mainly writes science fiction and horror, mostly about things like millennials selling body parts because they work retail. His goals in life include keeping his health insurance, seeing the New York Mets win the World Series, and steering his 3 year old away from careers like fiction writing. His debut novel "Erosion" is currently contracted by Crimson Cloak Publishing.
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