Watching silently
Shifting between the black and white
And settling for the grey
The color of the rain clouds
Of the pebbles in the stream
Of the shells on the sea shore
The color of wisdom
The perfect neutral between the extremes
Giving more room for my thoughts to swim
And my mind to breathe
Unlike the confinement and eternity of black and white
Where everything is certain and nothing left to see
Peeping through the grey keyhole
I watch the world recourse and rebirth
Filled with possibilities and conjectures
Of scintillating conversations, debates and paradigm shifts
Ridding all the permanence
And accepting the constant that is change
I moult my feathers and grow new wings
And fly away into the grey.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
Watching silently
Shifting between the black and white
And settling for the grey
The color of the rain clouds
Of the pebbles in the stream
Of the shells on the sea shore
The color of wisdom
The perfect neutral between the extremes
Giving more room for my thoughts to swim
And my mind to breathe
Unlike the confinement and eternity of black and white
Where everything is certain and nothing left to see
Peeping through the grey keyhole
I watch the world recourse and rebirth
Filled with possibilities and conjectures
Of scintillating conversations, debates and paradigm shifts
Ridding all the permanence
And accepting the constant that is change
I moult my feathers and grow new wings
And fly away into the grey.
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