Time for the Soul

A poem i wrote wandering what I do with my time!

Time can be so pointless,
When you don't know what to do,
When the only time the world's in colour
Is when you're darkening your soul.

How long can you keep the colour going?
Before you turn black, shrivel and die?
Some people seem to go on for years,
Some only last a couple of hours.

To find a way to keep the brightness,
In this world of beauty and beasts,
Is to put the colour back you took,
And see it as it's meant to be.