touch the sky

white blank sheet and now comes the words, then the emotions - wow, just wow handed with silver platters for others, a dread, a curse, dang who's lucky? black blank sheet it is quite obvious the idea of time, justice, truth all has to do with frequency where are you tuned in to? ah yes, the gray, uncertain ambiguous the stuff of imagination and pixie logic best scenario of course till the bubble burst and justice means to me something not quite akin to what you hold a butterfly with crushed wings you say is yours to do as you please because it is inferior - strength rules and who can refute that? but the colored drops are beginning to turn obsidian now that this is cleared. black embraces all, scratch, a hint of me, you still debating philosophy but a fist crushes stone. dust being taken in and lungs expanding you call this justice. white ponies massacred but there is no witness you call this justice. and i suppose that heaven's glare isn't the glasses you put on - just a constant beat that affirmation you identify with as for the rest, we take, grapple hurdle cuddle on far out dreams ... ... ... ... ... ... ... it's my problem, your solution touch the earth your sky my bottom and economist they grin - it's scarcity and heaven bowed till the black wept many colors of me, you rolling over fantasies . i'm right, you're right white ponies go to heaven - and say they're right weep. turn a hard stare on lofty dreams labeled as truth till the devil pokes holes and all of human struggle is summarized as - gray. gray when black and white don't tell quite half the story, and gray wins. it all depends on how you tell the story. does not quite sit right with touching the sky - shake, uncertain, more like a cheap thrill or sugar rush - not misguided folks arguing about who is right based on cut lines. lines - under pressure and that's when the devil sends his angels because propaganda blurs. angels - they come with flowers thrown! and the devil says, i've been there before, and yet i rebelled. now i just need to convince you why this uprising makes perfect sense.