In Earnest.

In earnest,

I want to find

pulchritude.

But the days paint with

shades of gray

and cast me into

self dissection.

These knuckles run

with the waters

of my resistance,

and yet,

these walls

will never

change their color.

So,

like a comet

I will phase

through the hours

bearing hope

that one day,

I might truly

become something

or burn up along the way.