Shades of grey

circa 2003


i meet people everyday who are seemingly
nice. they are the people who will stab
you in the front. tell half truths to
conserve and save feelings from whatever outcome. take you where you want to go, as long as it’s down. act like the cliches that they are. show their true colors.
shades of grey.

i have days where god is M.I.A. he doesn’t see the people, crying in the streets. for whatever that is lost. he ignores them, sips his coffee. what pon does he choose to move next in this eternal chess game on earth. wonders what color to paint the sky, reaches for his box of crayons.
shades of grey.

i look at the world some days, wonder what the hell are we here for. do we have purpose? meaning? i wonder what tomorrow will be like. will there be a tomorrow? i think of things that haven’t been. things that have. i’m not amused either way.
things always seem to be,
shades of grey.

i look inside me. i find an un-emptiness. i find a heart, beating for whatever. love. humanity. i see my mind. things boxed and labeled. something hidden, others upfront, other things that seem hazy lost in the blueish , blackish, purplish muck of what? reality. insanity.
shades of grey.
i see this, i look up. i reflect what i see in me.
i see art, in everything. visible, invisible.
tangible, intangible.
believable, unbelievable.
sane, insane.
now nothing is
shades of grey.