Beep beep beep beep beep.
The truck’s still backing up so
I cover my two eyes.

Oh, how I wish this
will be my last sleepless night
in my accursed

old bedroom, dusty
and vacant in the middle
of a utopia

designed for color. I
do not belong here, I crave
a reprieve from the

light of humankind.
But do I get it? Never.
For that is my fate

to forever shut
my lids from the cruel vibrance
of a sprawling life.

Think about my world,
I whisper, a world of gray,
just gray, gray and me.

So keep on honking,
garbage truck, while I attempt
to lull back my dreams.