There’s a place I know. It’s a place I go
when I’ve nowhere else.

Shades of gray help me stay within the walls of sanity.
All is vanity.
Leave it for the rest.

Emotion, such a troublesome notion;
I prefer devotion to something I can understand.
A chip in the hand
is better than the shoulder
crushed beneath a boulder.

Let it roll away.
Retreat into the gray.
Survive another day.

LOOP