The World

The World

The world; mine world.
No blue, pink, purple, red or yellow.
Forget the colorful rainbow.
Mine only has grey; not as dark as black, nor as light as white.
It is grey, just grey.
Only grey.

Its frontier is diluted.
Too diluted to see or touch.
It is unshaken; unchangeable.

Selections are not mine to take.
Pronouncement is not mine to have.
Just walk on, Little One.
Keep walk on.

Revery; surely I do have.
Outlook; undoubtedly I do hold.
Blessedness; truly will it be my victory.
Serenity; desperately to be my possession.

However, this play is not mine.
I am on the stage for sure.
The Spotlight recognizes me.
In fact, The Spotlight recognizes me too well.
Then, the central I have become.

The world; mine world.
“Beyond” has become my faith.
“Beyond common sense” is the air I breathe.
“Beyond the ordinary” is my skin.
“Beyond the cover” is the truth I seek.
“Beyond the light” is the path I live.

The world; mine world.
Its ordinance is tough.
Its accolade is clear.
It is beautiful yet painful.
For it, I bleed; I drowned; I cried; I learned; I played; and then I died.

Selections are not mine to take.
Pronouncement is not mine to have.
Just walk on, Little One.
Keep walk on, My Little One.

So I keep my role.
And the play is still on.