The flavor of my early 20s

The color of my early 20s is like the sky in New York City in late autumn and it is close to the color gray. Though you can still find a trace of life through the washed out sky, but soon it will fade out in the colorlessness of eternity. 

I have always known what to dream and how to dream, 
until one day I woke up to that lifeless sky, 
everything became chaotic to me. 

Life became the pedal I saw the other day next to my apartment.
It was crystal clear when the rain first dropped on the road, and the next thing you know, it was filled with unknown foreign objects. I could hardly see through anything. 

I desperately reach to find a sense of logic in the endlessness of chaos. 
I walk to Central Park from my apartment. 
I witness the winds rust through the leaves.
I hear constant rattling sounds remotely on their way to me. 
I gaze around to find the noise and then I see garbage cans tipped over and over by the winds, and 
I taste my early 20s.