Fascinated with depression, sorrow, and fear
To see the world differently from an eye with a tear
It’s not as lonely as one think could be
But not as happy as a child in glee.
Two contrasting worlds now mingle
One sad melody and the other one a jingle
An endless song sung in single
A spark of hope in the ear tingle.
I choose black, I choose white
I choose darkness as I choose light
I choose to scribble down my life.
I choose to live with no more than a fight
I choose to walk down the path of sight.
Black & White Scribbles 