there is no black
there is no white
then again
there is no gray
how come it seems like
i am simply a reserve
for opinions to form
and solidify? only
i don't let them
condense. opinions
seem to float. and so
i'm stuck here realizing
that the gray line between
is really a lot of different
shades of gray.
each shade important
each shade different
each shade wrong
why is the shade i stand
away from always in the
right? why can't there
be a wrong in a right
in every shade
from revealing white
to concealing black
i cant say much without being
wrong
i cant say much without being
right
i cant say much without crossing
the line
why cant everyone's feet be
in two places?
you have two feet
put them to use
we can't be right down the middle
cause we have too many races
to define
sort out
we have to file them in the right
drawer or when we want to make
a quick case of things,
we'll all be happy
i want to sacrifice myself
to a greater good
but i dont want to be
part of a machine
i have a soul
but i dont like
being selfish
i want to care for others
but i dont want to sacrifice
myself. and my own spinning
head won't allow myself to
find a happy medium.
of course, there isn't any
happy medium really. just
a disappointing establishment
of differences.
if none of us are right
and none of us are wrong
then what are we?
where did we come from?
why do we have opinions?
and how come you always
seem to be right
when you're walking
in comfortable shoes?
if you questioned yourself
more often, you might find a
hypocrite. we rape nature,
but we also rape ourselves
and others.
why cant my fist
ever come down
when the answer seems
so obvious? why cant
i stand up and say
that i want to be
just myself? why cant
i ignore the rest of
the nonsense and all
these silly games?
because i'm rolling
in the shit with the
pigs these days.
can't seem to find myself
a happy hole to hide in
can't really be seen
in the light of day.
so i guess i'll stick
to my random firing
of gray medium. and hope
the colors will stick
to me one day.
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