Where does one end and another begin?

Where does fear end and bravery begin?

What's sane and what is crazy?

When can it be virtuous to sin?

Who is industrious and who is lazy?

Where does normal start and end?

When is it a scream and when a song?

What is real and what's pretend?

What's the end of right and beginning of wrong?

What is green and what is blue?

What is bright and what is dull?

How can a lie be true?

When ends the storm and begins the lull?

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

We're all as different as stars are and surely, ever changing position and strength as would be pores in the skin, pulse rate and flow, mind undulating, brain on the up or down! So, surely, nothing is ever sure, normal, fixed in life. Making decisions can be soul-destroying, nigh impossible. We are ever on the move, mentally, physically, 'pon axis and influence. Ergo, we can never be entirely sure of anything, however we might think. Pretence, lies.. depends on all involved and.. how interpreted. Guess we all need - at times, to get out of Life's madness and interruptions and sit, calmly- best can: switch off.. somehow. Essentially, vitally - selfishly.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Emmajoy for the extensive interpretation. I feel honored that you gave so much thought to this. It is most appreciated

[MrBlack202]

We tend to quetsion our selves of about the decisions to make, whether they are right or wrong. I love your poem because it questions the challenges we face

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated

[Marie]

A very thin hairline separates sanity from insanity and I feel a lot depends on ourselves with regard to what is normal for us, as it may not be normal for another. For me, right is innate whereas wrong is learned. Unless one is colour blind, they will know if something is green or if it is blue. Can a lie ever be true? Can't figure that one out, seems impossible! Very difficult to know what is real and what is pretend, due to so much fake and illusion in the world we live in. The storm weakens as it travels and ends when all its energy is used up, after that peace descends. Wow! A very thought provoking/mind-bending poem, Soren. Thank you for sharing...

[Soren]

So it is true and to each their interpretation of each. The point at which I call it blue green and someone else calls it green blue varies. To me labels are just that a convenience to categorize. I so appreciate your attention to this poem it deeply valued

[Marie]

Most welcome always and thank you again for sharing, Soran...

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful and poignant. Great work.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas appreciate the review and comment