how did it come to this?
So how the story goes,
See how it ends.
Watch the dreaming hearts fumble,
And wake into the cold, hard, reality.
Watch how the orange sun shines,
See the green tree leaves tremble,
Pay heed to the pretty pixie in pink,
There might be naught another like it.
Awaken to the dark november sky,
See the muted flashes of a siren,
Another crime in passing - gone by,
This is the world, in monochrome, confined.