As my vision engulfs me in black and white,

I walk among the sheep as my path is layed out.

To work. To eat. To sleep.

A robot among the winded toys.

I wonder, is happiness a colourful thing?

To smile and to laugh?

Or is it the small satisfaction which we embrace daily and are grateful for?

A wondrous path yet seen to be a chore.

For the road ahead bulges with bumps.

As you walk with no destiny to rightfully trump.

Just an endless cycle of survival.

However...

I feel as if I have found the small echoes of happiness which I indulge in.

The vibrant smiles of the ones who share my blood.

A family who nurtures a robot to love.

As I eloquently widen my mouth to smile and digest the feelings around me.

I understand.

This is my happiness.

A black and white life filled with patches of colour.

I feel... Contempt.

For the drug I longed for comes and goes as I dreamt.

A colourless being filled with colour.