How hard I try
To box myself in

To drown myself in ink
To paint myself with chalk
To find some definition
On a page
Who I can sweet talk

But really
I am alive in the grey

It is the grey who holds me
And whispers my name at night
The grey who colors me
Tracking infinite shades
Behind as I pass by

When I revel in my reticence
I know that I am grey
For it wells up inside

My grey knows so many hues
Hex couldn’t confine
Though 0 and 1 keep calling me
So ebullient and bright