Gray: Friend or Foe?

If I was to dip my toe in
a pool of sucking sand would it take my foot?
or could I pull away? Is it the same pull
from and away the men of our pasts?

These questions grab my head- though not always
But when they do grab, it's easy to sink more
What if what now what how? Grappling apple-ing
leaving sour aftertastes of unripened fruits

It cooks, mulls over, and ripens within
The blurs of anger and sadness sparkle away.
It's ambiguous! What a joke! Another contradiction?
Black and white wrestle each other while
gray rests, simply, tritely, arms folded like the Mona Lisa.

Gray knows the truth- the marriage of black and white
that govern us like muppets. Isn't it easier?
To come to an answer of both? It's a tie! No--
People hate ties, there should always be a winner.

The only way- all questions are soothed is
with a confined answer, in a box, unchangeable.
But love, tears, sweat, and strife can not be
closed and squeezed to one school of thought.

we are the creators. Sound cliche, eh?
But cliche is just a synonym for truth.
Laugh,  you sarcastics, all you want but
those who follow me, can see the wisps of truth
that float in the air, just visible enough,
to reveal your mischievous knowing smile.

Poppers pop! Streamers stream! A moment of celebration!
This gray, our old enemy is a new blessing.
A granter of complex emotions.
Changing over time.

We fall down with gravity, hitting the peddles
like-- in a pinball machine, and each toss and turn
shapes and forms us, with scars and cuts,
a shame, but without them, we wouldn't be.

As we grapple that people talk and think about us
How do they see us? How do we see us?
Now we know though, it's not one the other. Both!
A lovely blissful, true blue, ambiguity. Gray.