Grey grave & brave

I'm for those uncertain,

And wisely so.

We were born from chaos,

& no matter the seeds we sow,

The unexpected can shame us,

For there is so much we don't know.

But,

We are not sad, nor shaken,

we are aware, and for this, we awaken.

We are somewhere in between,

The parting of reality and dream.

Our feelings tend to be too much,

Questioning endlessly,

We run from even the slightest touch,

it's our specialty.

We argue both sides without hysteria,

Nothing is ever black and white,

We stand tall in the grey area,

With all our might.