e GraY aRea


it’s neither WHITE nor BLACK
it’s never sure where to GO
…or what to DO
it’s always in doubts when reality sinks in


the SUN still shines on it
…but not as warm as the black
the SNOW still covers it
… but not as pure as the white


move forward or turn to either sides…?
e decision will always be suspended
but one thing it knew…
reality is the MUSIC it has to face


hoping a line will be drawn across it
wishing the sun will move it’s rays MORE to its side
awaiting the snow to cover it MORE
then it’ll AT LEAST know which is it…
-AnoNyMouS-