Living In Grey Poem by naima boughezal

There is no white around me,
neither is there a few black,
Im flying in a cloudy universe,
where every thing around me is grey.

I find myself in that circle again,
still waiting for a response,
black or white, but nolonger grey.

they say: for you everything is possible,
except all, you may be everything but yourself,
and there are many lies in the air.

gloomy weather, but too hot,
any way, Ihave to get up,
and say: nolonger concessions,
and not only one lie,
its time to execute, and to go out from the grey.