Grey Skies, Grey Faces, Grey Matter

Late Sunday afternoon

Skies grey, curiously gloom

Grey faces surrounded by

Mirror skies of impending doom

Depression certainly consumes

The human mind so obtuse

As dark thoughts rudely intrude

Grey matter becomes infused

Desires remain refused

Due to neglect of pure intention

Purity is the suggestion

Motivation in question

Make inquiry of the direction

Validation flagrantly evident

Consumerism is the issue

Purple, orange and green notes of royalty

Royally misused

Grey area a curse

White or black I do prefer