Grey Area

There’s so much grey area

To be found

In-between

What’s perceived

Commonly as black and white

They say the world turns on its tracks

Mechanically

Without a sound

Doesn’t need to, doesn’t think of looking back

 

Black and white are just illusions

They exist solely in your mind

Just to keep it counting time

Count it down

Without a sound

And feel comfortable

Isn’t that deception nice?

 

Things go in-between

Doesn’t matter if you’ve seen

It for yourself!

(you’re not looking!)

it happens everywhere

here’s not special, nor is there

it goes on

regardless what you’re trying!

 

No one else can be you

Perfectly you, all through

There’s a clear line

Where you wait

By never dare cross it

Heaven knows you’d trip

 

Open up and let it in

We’re all different

It’s no sin

There’s no line

It’s just contrived

It’s not real; don’t waist your time

Searching

Just wasting away

Relying on precious time

Which has limits and lines

Knows its purpose of spinning round

and never going anywhere

but an arbitrary forward