I turn from the past, nothing can last.
These unshed tears, they glisten.
More than one wrong turn, just wanting to learn.
Please teach me, and I'll listen.

My life gone to grey, nothing can stay,
Of the world of black and white
All that I seek is shading technique,
For a world too hard and bright.

Mere paper can't hold within edge and fold,
All the shades of grey I see.
Growing is pain, no way back again,
From all the shades of grey in me.

Now I must choose, but everything I'll lose,
Makes another shade I'll understand.
One step older, more weight to shoulder,
On this journey into shadowed land.

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