One Poem, Two People

IN BETWEEN THE BLACK AND THE WHITE, places may exist that are just alright. THE GREY AREA IN WHERE MOST PEOPLE STAY, unable to enjoy life everyday. IN THE NIGHTS OF SLEEPLESSNESS. Bodies grow weary, minds befall to restlessness. AWARENESS DEPLETES, LIFE IS BLURRY. Blurry to narrow minds, those in a hurry. REMINDERS TO TAKE IT EASY, SLOW DOWN. Take in with a stride and without a frown. LISTEN TO THE MELODIES, INTERPRET THE SOUND. Always stop to see the life growing in the ground. DO YOU HEAR ME, ARE MY EXPRESSIONS WRITTEN? Yes, you are etched upon my being, yes you are here for a reason.