Grey In Focus

Away, with fantasy notions, to higher life,
Where going into fresh territory is so rife.
Within any day a voyage into new begins,
Where promises are fulfilled in viable sins. 

At a point, of ecstatic celebration of needs,
True worship of sum of parts defies seeds.
When lusting signs meet a reality head on,
True is blurred vision of what belies reason.

Travelling down to where principle is frost,
Seminal gratuity defeats feel of being lost.
Death of previous incarnations is that key,
To open doorways to realizing only a grey.

Time after time, lines crossed for question,
Rather than understanding rightful fraction.
Percentages are played to excessive blind,
Where nothing is found real but pure grind.