Question

The world is turning gray

What can we say
Our thoughts are mostly blue
So numb, no feeling
Though chaos is not new
Memories come from tears
With a few beers
Some do not see
We live in a pattern
Day after day, after day
Nonstop going on to the next generation
How can we live?
And yet not see
Only one thing remains
Our souls roaming the world
Asking ourselves why

Answer 1

"Our thoughts are mostly blue

So numb, no feeling

Though chaos is not new"

Step-by-step explanation:

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