White and blue and hues of grey
[For this of course you must be outside]
–[At the beach if you will ]
So lay down and look up to the sky
On a day such as this,
What you see
I wonder why that is.
Why those were the chosen colours of what we refer to as the day sky
But white and blue and hues of grey they are
It is pleasing to look at
And let the skies fade from sight
allowing yourself to be engulfed by the darkness
or what sometimes looks like an orange gloom,
-[Like the fire of hell]
Now, Open your eyes ever so gently
And look up
But this time,
Will be… hues of grey
When I was young, and small,
The world I looked up to was
Then I grew up
And all I see is a world of hues of grey
Did the white and blue ever exist?
Or was that just a cruel joke for the small mind of a child?
So let’s talk
You and I
–Creator and created
I know …I know I am nothing
-You are God
But tell me O Creator,
Why ever did you create me?
Yes, of course
But why did You create me?
Why did You create us?
For You knew
–You knew I would hate life
I look around and I know nothing
The world is but a blurry haze
I stagger around
Like a broken puppet
-I know nothing
Yet I know one thing- one Truth .
[For truth is what it is. The only truth always will be]
The only truth that maybe is …the only thing I know,
-the only thing I’m sure of ,
that You are
You the Creator, are
And always… is
But I wonder about the grey skies
And of this created creature
Why they are so