Grey

There's qualm,
There are times my mind is a complete chaos,
Maybe my mind wasn't created to see the black's and the white's..

It's always midway,
It's grey.

Not like I don't like grey,
But I'd love to know how it feels to have complete control over your mind and emotions..

I can't identify the blacks and react agitatedly,
Neither can I see the whites and be completely peaceful..
Maybe black's the peace and white's the agitation..
How'd I know?
I've always seen greys.

I wish decisions were facile,
And expressions easy to express,
Also, it wouldn't be a tedious task to pick,
Its always a state of confusion like this is,

It's all grey,
It's always been grey.