You’re not right
he chimed,
your mind
cluttered with what ifs and who’s who and
what color your coffin lining will be
when all the jarring in your pretty head
finally takes you over

a turbulent sea
crashing waves of this and that
these and those
staying afloat on a dab of rationale
slipping under, under
under the blanket of black and white
the only colors you see

even before you start to slip
sit and try to see the silver lining
can you make it out past those dark clouds?
It’s there, you just need to look
& hold fast