Some choices are black and white
And yet I always add the grey.
Before I know it –
All the colours bloom.
Reds, greens and sometimes blue,
And I’ve put it off –
Until another sunrise.
Maybe then, in black and white.
Does the sun rise for me,
Or am I rushing to greet it?
Does the moon forget to touch me
As she slips below the horizon,
Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?
Does a friend slight me,
Or do I fail to understand his pain?
Does a relationship turn sour,
Or was there nothing there to begin with?
Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum
Because he needs the drink,
Or does he salute dead mates?
Is life a construction site,
or a constant reconstruction site?
I’m not sure…
At this precipice –
When everything falls aside
When relevance is intimate
Is colour unquestionably brighter
Is salt air now honestly sweet
Are priorities still valid
Are beliefs still as profound
Or has reality given wings to life
Or perhaps lit a previously dark path
Then step back and taste this life
Then begin to live on your terms
Now you have made the choice –
Now you are free.