A well of sorrow gushes into a passionate wild form of a
man
somewhat a child somwhat old
The form aches for depth awarness-desire to be loved an
appriciated
A passionate form of man builds up walls of solitude
maybe from itself,propably from society...
security driven by fear,fear driven by experiences
walls of solitude are surrounded by a big grey world...
mostly similar surely colorless... pepole following patterns
and acceptance
always pushing bounderies of resistance
but never outgrowing the patterns...
for a big grey world  is a big grey world
and there's nothing to do about it...
smile and laugh it just makes the pain bigger...
but I like smiling...