I am not good,
I am not bad.
Therefore I belong with God along with the devil.
If I choose to be good, I'm on God's side
If I choose to be bad, I'm on the devil's side.
If I choose both... wait... i can't.
If I choose neither, I don't belong in this world. anywhere.
This is what I have chosen.
Is there another option?
In this world around me I see that I am neither white nor black,
I'm not rich nor poor
I'm not young nor old.
My eyes are weary, but they're not tired,
My hands tremble, yet Im at ease.
I can see but they say I'm blind.
My Mind wonders, but I don't think,
I can speak yet my tongue is bound.
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.. btw ur poem was really good!
