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Just an ordinary day, or is it?
Just an ordinary day, or is it?
And then there are days
That are the dreaded word
That aren't bad
But aren't good either
They are just ordinary
Mundane, monotonous
When you aren't sad
Over something relevant
But aren't happy about anything either
When you aren't mad at someone
For breaking your vase
But just for being their
Regular selves
Days, when Newton's third law ceases
To apply
Because look, for everything antitheisis
A thesis, you may state
For every wrong
A right
For every right
A remedy
For every bad
A good
But what if you can't quite place
Something into the binary
Because well you stand at the
Disappearing transition line
When nothing is wrong
And nothing is right
When it is dark but isn't dark
enough
For the sun to rise
That from here
Things could diverge paths
A crossroad right in the wrong place
Like you are in a library
Where all the books have book covers
Of the same colour
A grey in the same shade
On such days take courage
A leap of faith
Into the unknowing
Of what comes next
Maybe it isn't what you expected
May be it's worse
But maybe the coming time
Is unexpectedly gorgeous
But for now, this moment
Of uncertainty
Is volatile
It is yours to decide
It can both be a rainbow
Or a thunderstorm's eye
Add more white to the grey
Add sun to your evening
Think of it as
an unprecedented eclipse,
On such days
Keep more colours,
And more hope by your side.
