A life with no color.

Sitting on a tram
Alone - sits a man.
Grey hair. Overweight.
Wearing a suit.
His eyes close.
His head sinks down.
His head flings up.
The motion of the tram.
Forces his tired eyes open.
A daily hang over.
A reoccuring event.

FREEZE FRAME.

I begin to walk up.
The air stale.
Color diminshes.
Sounds blur.
With a pen in hand.
I paint in the air
"Is this life?"