Two Sides

One side filled with a gray mist and floating fog.

The sun shy away its face seen but its rays covered by inhibition.

Another side the sight is clear

But the sun shows off.

Some bend their heads down

Some wear glasses and some…

Take it head-on and keep driving.

Find the middle.

The one place where two sides converge into something.

Is there a one something?

I think so.

The middle is the beauty of two in one

Not too much or too less of anything

Just peace and quiet fullness.

That’s where I reside in peace…

The middle of two sides…