Stale

Forging black, for colors have fear.
Live with the comfortable,
and keep it near.
Strive forth with your great ability,
only to live a life of sterility.

 See the wall of four that stand,
stay in the middle
to solve the riddle,
and spread your answer through out the land.
 

Refrain to move for fear is height.
Do not move till time is right,
but when at time you stand in fright.
Wait the hour it's always the next.

See the sorrow, feel the sorrow.
It's now becoming to complex,
So leave it for tomorrow.
Let your eyes adjust the sight,
but blackness is one that feels just right.

Why change now a life of stale
ruining that path of your perfect trail.
You must keep the peace,
your thoughts must cease,
for another day to ponder.

Always put off for that other day,
to let your mind again wonder.
To make the wave, will only sway,
from your position in the middle.
Continue the game they want you to play,
so that you may move just a little.