Start Graying

There is a split in the ocean.

There is a bee in my chest.

I wonder when I'll start graying

Since I always seem so stressed.

There is a meal left out cold.

There are no answers to this test.

I constantly worry about the future,

Wondering what will be next.

There is a secret amongst them.

There are too many oppressed.

I don't think we'll be able to fix it.

We all just seem to crave rest.