The Grey Ones

The fight between good and evil, Ongoing, constant. Many write about black and white, Yin, yang. These are young, Those who have lived know The Grey. A rope between these poles. A rope, true identity. Black, white, Two halves, both in one. Only recognition of the Grey make one. This chosen species, So smart, so beautiful - so young. It forgets its youth, The Grey Ones, Defined by living, not dates. The Grey, young, can judge, wrong. The Grey, mistakes, covet guilt, No matter the cowardice felt in shame. Not all is lost though. These must recognize the instincts, They and all species have. All kinds simply make the call They can with what is given, seen, known. The Grey differ, Differ in mind. Intelligence, knowledge, can lie. The Grey’s minds can seperate from Nature - self. Minds expect forgiveness from past, Yet cannot forgive. The hardest thing to do in this world, To live. So live, continue, struggle, fight. But breathe. Breathe, break, even shortly, from the mind To live a better path. Struggle is a part of the Grey, Good white, Evil black. Acceptance of the rope between. Be not one of the selves, Be all of the selves. Admittance to wrong choices, No matter the right of the past. Forgiveness, let go, Past is come and flown. Apologize, forgive, Laugh at this youthful species. Love the Grey. White, black, The pull between - The Grey Ones.