Sometimes its good to be in the margins
I like the ambiguity of not being this or that
Black or white
Instead I float in between
In the gray fog of obscurity
Where I can choose to venture into black
Or white
At my own discretion
Of my own volition
Returning to hedged half light
Where positions aren’t fixed
Where compasses swing madly
In uncharted territory
David Trudel © 2013
