This is just a place.
A place without a face, where I forget who I am and who I have to be.
It is a place where I forget to come enough, because I get busy being what is expected.
It is a difficult world to be in now.
There are too many ways we need to know to be able to survive.
Too many things that we could be doing, yet finding the one thing that will allow us to be all we wish to be becomes like trying to swim in a quagmire.
Nothing left to fathom. Nothing left to achieve?
Where do the millions find their way under the sky?
How do we pay our way today.
~IS~
The Grey Place 