Purpose, meaning, color, light All are absent from this Grey void that we call life All is an imagining Stray thoughts, drifting through our minds An attempt to impose order on The chaos of our galaxy We don't know any better Blue skies, birds singing, none real Merely images intruding on our insanity We close the window of the world And silence reigns, broken only by the Sound of empty words, echoing around In our heads.