I am uninspired, just on the verge of tears
The white and black of it all, the serenity:
Cold marble floors touch a fresh ablution.
My mind wanders to a prettier world:
Cool. And clean.
Cool and clean: interrupted by the stupidity of reality.
I can not make it stop.
I can not make it stop because, Because it is my life.
I can not stop the words, substitute them, turn them down:
Because they are real.
They are what is real and my cold, white, and black is not.