Downhill, downtrodden, left a slave

New day on the verge to find the grey

Floors swing and slope downhill to bring

Middle grounds set on wavering

Two sides to flip and coax a blink

Lying on the fence, on the brink

Dealt an empty hand-opposed to delete any bridge to stand



Polarized this side



Shades display this trade off

To buy halfway games to bore my days

End of my phase today

I'm not willing to meet in the middle

End tragedy, solve the riddle

And dissipate ideals of indecision



Pipedreams like these will cease and die

Unleashed, my past, this face, removed, replace



And now my phases die this time

Grey fades...too late...unveiled my mask



What's right is not balanced--you're tripped by the intent to stretch

Searches coerce a mesh, but facts still remain to refute the quest

I'll fight just to stay unbalanced--if that equates to remaining stagnant

I'm no longer the same as the halfway days, no time delays



You wanted to know why I'm different, why I refuse to open my mind

Because that relative stance is inadequate to fulfill what I need inside



Many souls on the brink of collapse inside the midst of these so-called answers

So eager to embrace those pipedreams so lost and neglecting their only real

chance



So willing to hinge in the balance, your state is so desperate, so blank

So empty and left with this notion that doesn't hold water or weight

It's dark or light so decide and face