My Eyes were like a weather
System of light and dark
A storm of
Brightness
&
Obscurity
Each weaves between moments
Can there be one without the other
I see everything from
Two  Angles
Good
&
Bad
Which one should I believe??
I see a mixture, like textures upon
A canvass,
My eyes are a blurred reality
Same coin but different sides
Each is a storm
Each is truth
Each is a moment
But you'll never see what I see as my
Vision is clouded be brightness & obscurity
Am I the only one that see this sight of
White
&
Black
Decisions are mine, but their yours also too..