I miss the black-and-white world
where judgment is easy
and justice is a tool for vengeance
but at some point I strayed
over a line and found myself
praised for what I failed at
and blamed for what I did right
there's a reason I keep
my own thinking to myself
just walking out in the open
is both good hiding and an invitation
to catastrophe at once
and my occupation of the gray zone of some void
is no help or pardon...
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Monday, March 25, 2013
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