Coffee Black and Egg White

By a guy who likes grey

I walked my self to the bus station this morning,
I saw people smoking their cigarette, sipping their coffee, and putting on makeup
But I couldn’t smell the smoke, or the coffee, or the cosmetics
I smelled pain
I smelled sadness

Unfamiliar faces
Gather for a moment
In a melancholy ceremony

Watching TV
Thinking things they never can be
Wishing their life as colourful as their dreams

Because the colours they know
Are coffee black and egg white