A white blank page;
swelled with rage.
I have no choice but to erupt from this monochromatic cage.

Shades and tones.
shaking through my bones.
Composition distorting my position.
A choice defining my voice.

Blacks & Whites.
No matter how my heart decides to fight. I'm stuck by a tack, from my severe lack.

"Color!"

My heart cries.
A white blank page;
swelled with rage.
I have no choice but to erupt from this monochromatic cage.

Despite my efforts;
Overlooking my outrage.
My only choice to turn the page,
leaving this voice backstage,
In a monochromatic cage.