Purging myself of all my emotions
seeing my thoughts splayed against
in black and white
reminds me of all the gray areas
my grey matter thinks into
and that life itself isn’t black and white.
Facts and logic and also matters of heart
do intersect and their encounters
Maybe I do spend too much time
in my own head
but ideas aren’t passive
and are most often conceived from the colors found
in the blazes
of innovation’s dying phoenix.
Life’s gray areas are simply
the colors we’re blind to
until we open our seeing eyes.