Gray

There is grayness in this world Some place in between It’s like dark matter You can’t see it But you damn sure feel it It’s the sadness of knowing you will Lose everything Nothing is worth keeping Perhaps gray will be my favorite color Then I won’t have to decide There will be no black and white in my life Just indifference Will that make me a bad person? Weak without a purpose A minion of the powerful Another gray life in a long line of gray lives? Did I give up? Did I say I gave up? Or did I say I just don’t give a damn? It’s not for me to say. It’s just that so many things have been traveling For so long with no destination Only to end up somewhere they belonged But never intended to be You see if you flip a coin You can see your life And if you call it in the air When it lands The traveling hands of time will have been invoked And you will have gained or lost everything