Sometimes there are no shades of gray
Sometimes there is the here and now
Introspection comes later
The moment makes its demands

Underneath the clouds I lift my hands
Exasperation and desolation call
Black and white demand an account
Freedom in the balance

And the sky bends its way from light into darkness
In the distance–only the wind
I have seen this place before
Maybe in dreams
Maybe in Vision

Only now it seems, to enter in

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