Birds swimming in the air,
Just isn't fair...
I'm stuck down here.
I guess we learn to go where we must,
Right now, I linger in the cusp.
Blurring of extremes,
No wonder life is so grey.
Shall I become more extreme,
Or do,
Here I stay?
Could we call 'grey' balanced?
Or do dive into the black or white challenge?
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