Blurry

Days, weeks, months, and years,
Pass me by in the blink of an eye.

Every second blurred with the next,
Boring, grey, and monotone.




But suddenly, a flash of color,
The minutes sharp and clear,

A dash of red among the grey,
Shining through the blur;

Splashed across, bright and bold,
Bringing light to the dark.




But now, it's back to blurred and grey,
The spark just had to leave;

I'll wait here as days fly by,
Just to catch the light again.