Growing Up

The world is white and black
Serious as a heart attack
Wrong or right
Flee or fight
Hues lack complication
.
The world is black and white and gray
Good and bad and just okay
Stand, Walk, Crawl
Laugh, Frown, Bawl
Hues have complication
.
There’s only gray - no black or white
How often do we know what's right?
There is no Cold - just lack of heat
There is no Dark - just light's retreat
Hues are complication

Pisgah

I looked out
Over all I knew
And saw that which was promised

Turns out, what
I was told was true:
I'd never step upon it

As I looked down
I wondered, was
It all just smoke and mirrors?

Just for a few
Does hope pan out,
Or should we get the scissors?