Warm
Warm
You ain’t hot,
you ain’t cold.
You’re not decisive,
you’re not bold.
You’re cut in the center,
right down the middle.
Neither right nor left,
nothing but a riddle.
Your colours don’t bleed.
They run more gray than blue.
White and pale,
without shade or hue.
You don’t taste the bitter,
nor desire the sweet.
Don’t want the cold,
can’t stand the heat.
Risk is great.
Reward unseen.
Questions are dirty.
Answers unclean.
Your fears in control.
The heart stays dry.
Witnessing the hurt,
you refuse to try.
Afraid to stand.
You fear to fall.
Turning your back
to avoid the call.
In the world of masses,
singing the same song.
You’re on their road
wanting to belong.
Settling for crumbs
instead of your God given right.
It’s there to be taken,
if only you would fight.
But the costs is high,
the pain is deep.
Troubles to come,
make the price too steep
(2
Neither hot nor cold,
flows through your veins.
Just a warm nagging feeling
that leaves a darken stain
DANIEL- 1/31/2014
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