Most of our lives, the world doesn't ask us binary questions with simple yes and no(s). Though we may decide to answer them with just one answer, our answers are gray scales too. This poetry is an exploration while sitting on a computer that is binary(ones and zeros) and allows us to express colors in more than one shade. This is not intended as a complex thought experiment, it is rather a simple story about trial and error in our lives that I wanted to write about. Though this poem may seem to take a darker tone it expresses this idea, that we express colors from these different shades of gray.
Gray Scaled
In between the lines of codes we write
We refuse to be binary, to my own surprise
We express meaning, we get to create on our screen
We are impossible to express in our own extremes
We may be hidden in between what slips away
The instruction book that we don't read anyways
We are gray scales paintings of feelings sometimes
Songs, caught in between the lyrics and the rhyme
We are words & pencil sketches on walls
We are shades and hues of these grand halls
Our gray scaled lives are perceptions we don't hide
In situations we solve,as we fight our fights
We are things in the making, we are expressions undefined
We are story book writings that we have yet to write
We are shades of the day, we are hours into the night
We are colors in the gray, fighting our own fight
Gray Scaled
In between the lines of codes we write
We refuse to be binary, to my own surprise
We express meaning, we get to create on our screen
We are impossible to express in our own extremes
We may be hidden in between what slips away
The instruction book that we don't read anyways
We are gray scales paintings of feelings sometimes
Songs, caught in between the lyrics and the rhyme
We are words & pencil sketches on walls
We are shades and hues of these grand halls
Our gray scaled lives are perceptions we don't hide
In situations we solve,as we fight our fights
We are things in the making, we are expressions undefined
We are story book writings that we have yet to write
We are shades of the day, we are hours into the night
We are colors in the gray, fighting our own fight
Very clever...I like this
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