ode to the grey zone.
now I know that it exists.
i'd heard stories long ago
one woman entered its abyss
she said that the road was messy
steps were crooked
signs were wrong.
i heard myths that front was back
and white was black
and short was long.
i asked how could someone know where they were going if alone?
i asked should i wait to enter till i feel i'm fully grown?
“child, silly boy. you were born already whole.
you've been fully grown since the beginning,
life just took its toll.
you need to remember that whenever one road seems too long
answers to unanswered questions lie in your unwritten songs.
solace lies inside the soulless when they see they’re fully souled”. 🔲