I only Ask It To Stay

What it has made out of me,
I just cannot so simply say.
In unclear sights what I can see,
I write in its realm and ray.

I Walk little and so do talk,
Hum more and like fawn I move,
I Balk little and so do rock,
When lonely only and in my groove.

I choose few sober colors now,
and forget to dress my hairs.
I choose few corner chairs now,
and forget to eat my shares.

Some say upon my brighter eyes,
and notice it in my stories too.
'How come your hero never dies?'
And say that they look sleepy too.

I feel my smile has also changed,
and also how I often cried.
with it the slyness has exchanged,
and shrillness too has died.

The monotony of dreams stays.
The pearl in my golden case,
though vivid colors do amaze,
when all clouds make this face .

What it has made out of me,
I just cannot so simply say.
In my sadness is some glee.
I only ask it to stay.