s u b t l i ness

Subtle Shades of Grey

Some people can find purity-

in the heart of a twisted oak,

Where others see only despair.

Some people can love the thorns-

 of the fairest rose,

Where others find hate and malice.

But all I see are subtle shades of grey.

For many, their lives are drawn

 in stark lines of white and black.

So simple and clear.

Yet all I see are subtle shades of grey.

Yet so plain – no shape, no color

 dares to brighten their lives.

No twisted oak or rose blooms bright.

I find no hate, no love, no perfect kiss

 in my version of the world.

All I see is maybes, and the potential of tomorrow.

For all I see are subtle shades of grey

Life has no perfection-
 but no flaws as well.
 I dream of subtle shades of grey.