Gray is an interesting concept.
Definitely present, but hard to express.
Every aspect of our lives defined by it.
Compared to it.
Good times look better.
Bad times worst.
But when I was young, and time was slow, the colors passed before my eyes.
Each one had a life of its own, a personality, definable quality,
With no point of reference.
Now older, and time flies fast, the colors blend to one,
undefinable, inexpressible, gray.
Still not ugly, but a little more empty, and harder to grasp.