Black or White

Black or White

 

You see, I never land in grey.

It’s always black or white.

 

The thoughts fill my mental space or they,

burden me with a plight.

I reconfigure thoughts and words,

And try to set my sight.

The words quickly roll off my tongue and vanish into the night.

Forming lost sentences, leaving me holding onto hindsight.

The words flow freely forward or,

they set stagnant from a far.

My patience is beyond reluctance, or my

irritation begins a war.

My face grows red, and my hands feel rough.

My eyes begin to water, and it all begins to feel tough.

I want an escape, but I am too fixed to run.

The lead in my shoes feels like a ton.

 

My head begins to spin, and answers begin to multiply

All I can do, is work forward and try to give a reply.

Hoping that the answer I speak

Doesn’t refute the speaker, and attract an open invitation to pry.

I can’t give you the answer it is you seek,

And I can’t even tell you why,

Believe me I too wish I knew, I have no reason to tell a lie.

The opportunities are continuous or,

The path laid is bare.

My sight proves to be infinite or,

the lights tail a blinding glare.

So you see I never land in grey,

It’s always black or white.

And when temptation creeps the corner

My reason loses sight.

I forget to keep my willful cuff, above everything and all.

And I fall back instead of standing forward to resist the impending fall.

Maybe…..possibly sometimes, a kindly a solution will appear.

The solution to the addition is a reconfiguration of me.

Which I’d gladfully and rightfully be willing to fully plea.

So I’ll try to shade my circumstance

And give myself an equal chance.