In a world of grey, and white where everything's the same
Cold, blank faces roam the streets, an army of undead
Here there are no dreams to dream, and no goals for you to reach
Just plain white walls to stare at and the constant hum of static.
The people fear the outside its color and its sheen
The new ideas, opportunity, hope, love and emotion
They choose to run away and ignore what it is new to them
Neglecting to see the future they could have if they just take one step.
But you are not ignorant nor as lifeless as them
You see the color for what it is; a place much better than this.
So you take a step on to the path to this world, a step into the unknown
In hopes of finding what life really holds and where it wants you to go.