Pallid by Jeremy Brown

Running down the black and white streets of my memories, looking for the colors that were here once before, I falter.
Too many memories just don't return how I would like to remember them.
I am crushed between my future, my past, and my presence.
The future lays before me like in a book I read a long time ago.
The words were vivid then, but now I can't even see the paper they were written on.
The past is my shadow, the future my light, my presence a sculpture of stone I can't help but criticize.
I am apalled with my confusion, disgusted with my sorrow, horrified at my indecision. I move on, and yet cannot see where I'm going.