Gray Changing
Life hung dry like tattered fabrics on a clothesline
Change coming like dye seeping into aged gray that forgot it's colours out in the sun
Let my mind keep it's focus as different hues comes to my life again after a time
Passed by quiet wheels on a wagon carrying more than it should and less than it could
Change, you make me both uncomfortable and glad to be alive once again
Let me no longer be colorblind by choice

Love “more than it should and less than it could”
I feel colorblind sometimes.