50 – The Grey Matter

Yet as I flew with renewed life

I couldn't help but look away

At the Pit I left behind

And the Sky I entered into,

The Light, and Dark

Revealed a space.

The space – it was, a greyish-matte

Indicolite, when rising up

And steel-ly black, when falling down,

A space, in which I felt so trapped,

Which made me stop, and sigh in doubt.

The Grey, where I found myself torn,

Was neither love and neither mourn,

I struggled hard between the might,

I didn't know which way to go

Would it be good to remain not?

Howbeit, I heard the call of Light

And then emerged into deep thought
Why stay, when there is more to come?

Why sulk, when I could be someone?

Why cry, when I knew I am strong

And could forget the gales of Dark?

Why need I stay, when I could earn

True Happiness, which I wished for?

I put some effort, so I'd go

Into the contempt-filled Unknown.