Greys, Part I
These things I ask, uncomprehending:
How is it we all come to be together,
In this particular place and time?
Also: How is it this world, its teeming billions,
Holding together with threads of love, hope and fear,
Goes on existing, a multitude of intimate strangers,
Few reaching for any deeper understanding
Beyond the casual nod, the indifferent glance?
To these there seems to be no answer,
For when I seek one through the doors of my mind,
I see only fields of unrelenting grey.
Grey, the rainsky color.
Nor black nor white
A muddled marriage of dark and light,
The blurring color:
The chosen shade of doubt.
Many things are grey
As grey is many things
Grey the time between sleeping and waking,
Grey the slow day hours of lonely lives
Morality a grey word
For grey is forever uncertain
Down all the long channels of cherished belief
Run currents of grey,
The color of doubt.
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