A Poem by Grey Evanescent

I was at a subway
without a phone
or any distractions.

I looked around
and noticed how
gray our lives are.

Waking up just to go to school or a job
then sleeping at night
just for the sake.

Tracing the tracks
our ancestors left.

Is it called living?
We are merely surviving.

To live is to chase danger
or run on a pathless forest
leaving your footsteps
So some people may call it a road

Live life to the fullest
Before time runs out.

© 2017 Grey Evanescent

Author's Note

Grey Evanescent
Hey there people watzup! I wrote this for everyone who is living with their monotonous lives. Another popcorn from my microwave of a head XD!

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the thing I love about your writings is that they portray so much meaningful messages. Nice writ keep it up

Posted 3 Years Ago

Very good message. I liked it.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Grey Evanescent

3 Years Ago

thank you :)
Najam Us Saher

3 Years Ago

You're welcome ☺

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Added on March 10, 2017
Last Updated on March 14, 2017
Tags: live, living, survive, surviving


Grey Evanescent
Grey Evanescent

Hilongos, Leyte, Philippines

Hi! I'm Evanescent Grey! I'm 15 years old I love~ reading and writing (isn't that obvious?)(Stop talking to yourself)(Whatever) I also love math and philosophy. I'm a biiiig fan of anime it has .. more..