How does it feel to be stable?
When the line doesn't go up and down for hope
When the ocean is calm, waves found hiding
When the moment cease to move in an infinite void

How does it feel to be neutral?
When you picked no definite side, black or white
When you hide from war that shakes you, win or lose
When everything feels monochromatic  melancholy

Emptiness, Unknown, Lost
A heart dead with no beat
A scene replayed by past
A color not pure and diluted

The reason we pick sides,
To fight for something
To be defined by someone
To find the true comfort we need