A poem-ish written in the spur of the moment. Don’t try to make sense out of it. Thank you. =p
A million shades of gray.
A hundred streaks of fire.
A billion little voices,
In my thoughts' liar.
There's bright, and there's left
there's warmth and there's cold
The compass oscillates now
a billion voices shout 'More!'
A thousand times yes,
a thousand times no,
A billion times what?
No, i don't know.
There's faith and there's doubt
There's fear and it shouts
Lies and layers, they blend and stick
The urge to run, is a voice within.