There is no truth just observations
No youth just transformations
Right or wrong all depends
White or black into gray extends
Bent or straight how close do you look
Tax evader, government who's the crook
When does a walk turn into a run
How small must a number be to be none
When does hate turn into love
How does a bump turn into a shove
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Unless we learn to move and navigate the grey, there really isn’t any black or white 🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks Cryptic for the read and words of support as always they are appreciated.
Most welcome dear Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
That reads like going for an interview and being asked a load of questions that none of them you can answer, enjoyed the read
I think it began with a philosophy teacher who's final exam consisted of one question... Why? Thanks so much for the read and comment
You are very welcome
All us living humans have our own truth and our own thoughts, we don't always have to agree, I find this most definitely thought provoking, my right can also be your wrong. 🌹
Indeed so it is Teddy you have seen through the piece as glass your read and comment are most appreciated as they always are.
You are a keen observer of the human affairs !
Thank you Lorenz for your read and words of support they are always appreciated.
The poem delves into philosophical inquiries about truth, morality, and human behavior, using contrasting concepts to highlight the complexity and fluidity of these themes. It explores the ambiguity of truth and morality, suggesting that perceptions are subjective and that dichotomies such as right/wrong, love/hate, and existence/nothingness are not as clear-cut as they appear. The poet raises questions about the nature of human experience and the transformations that shape our understanding of reality.
Again you have seen through the thin veil of this poem to its core and unwrapped the essence. Thank you Friendship for the read and insightful interpretation.
Good poem… I like to think there’s a breathe and then there’s no breathe… there’s times we choose to breathe and there’s times we are on auto pilot… I choose to love all the time until it’s auto pilot
Thank you so much Demar for the read and interpretation they are very much appreciated.
In a world that keeps insisting on the supposed reality of "black and white" in just about every facet, including morals, politics, race, religion, etc., it is hard to see any of that through the ashen misty gray that surrounds us 24/7, 365. Well done. An instant fave!
Thank you Tristan for your kind words and review it is always most appreciated and valued
You are most welcome, Soren!
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi, you didn't argue.
KP argues that it's black sludge I give here for lunch. It's not, it's white sludge, I tell her. lol.
Just too good. Simply GOLD. LOVED IT
Thanks so much for your read my friend and even more so for your most kind words they are always appreciated
Well penned soren. It's a fine line between positive and negative. But in choosing, will define who you are. 😉👍
So true. We have the choice and seeing things as positive even when others see them as negative has such a positive effect on the one doing it as well as those around them
Very clever. Like it!
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Powerful and poignant. Great work.
Thank you Thomas it is appreciated
Well written insightful write
Thank you John
It reminds me of the momentum of change and transformation. Something starts small, like someone coughing in a crowd. Then it turns into a brawl. You are an amazing writer.
Your generous remarks humble me. Thank you so much for your most kind remarks.
Agreed. Now where?
Well writ. Soren.
Thank you so much Dave I miss your poems.
I try to make one contribution a day to MPS. You had the honour of being today's selection.😜
Take care of yourself, Soren.
I thank you for the honor my friend
It's difficult because what's right and what's wrong? What justifies the means to justify the ends? I often hear the saying along the lines of "whoever abandoned you in the ocean has no right to know what the sharks did to you or what you had to do to get to the shore" which makes sense, until you think what was done is worse than what happened. These kinds of moral questions make me think I could be a good philosopher.
Thank you so much for the read and the thought involved in the interpretation. It is much appreciated.
Transient nature of mind…no permanence but the evolution of time….beautiful observation dear poet
Thank you so much for the read and kind words of comment they are always most appreciated
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